Pavlov's Daughter

歌詞

(*scat singing*) The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine Picking getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my name Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah- ahh Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear And I still can't hear What'dya think I was an amateur Playin' with my tempa-cha-cha- cha-cha-ture? 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 Oh, 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 toilet I hear you turning your thoughts off And I, 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 And it gets quiet, quiet, oh Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet Quiet, oh, quiet, oh Quiet, quiet, quiet, qui, qui Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, quiet Quiet Pavlov 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 drooling on her pillow Pavlov's daughter Ohh, and it was far away And hazy like a dream Not a dream But the ocean Not the ocean But forever The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine Picking getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my name Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah- ahh Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear And I still can't hear What'dya think I was an amateur Playin' with my tempa-cha-cha- cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-ture? 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 Oh, 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 And it gets quiet, quiet, oh Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet Quiet, oh, quiet, oh Quiet, quiet, quiet, qui, qui Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui Quiet As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow 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 where it isn't even real rain at all