Pavlov's Daughter

The grave diggers getting stuck in the Machine

Picking getting slim slimmer
I hear them say my name

Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear

Whadya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my temperature

If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box

I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey

Gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey now

If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box

I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey

Oh get me some whiskey get me some whisky Get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs

I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend

I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you flushing your toliet

I hear you turning your thoughts off
I turn mine off too

The only thing I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't sound Right

And you don't sound good and you don't Sound right

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs

I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend

I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off

Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off
And it get's quiet

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring

And something deep inside of her made her Want to salivate

So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there the sun skimming her skin

And and drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter

And it was far away and hazy like a dream
Not a dream not a dream

But the ocean not the ocean
But forever

The grave diggers getting stuck in the Machine
Picking getting slim slimmer

I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah

Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear

Whadya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my temperature

If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box

I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey now

If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box

I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey get me some Whisky get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs

I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too

I hear you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And I turn mine off too

The only thing I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't sound Right

And you don't sound good and you don't Sound right

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs

I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend

I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off

I hear you turning your thoughts off
It get's quiet

As quiet as an ambulance checking out the Neighborhood

Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow

But nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest

As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
Going down stream

To whereit isn't even real rain at all