My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words don't travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They go right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes,
Into my stomach juice,
Where they don't serve me use,
All melted calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in,
The words right through my skin,
They sit there festering inside my bowels.
The consonants and vowels,
The consequence of sounds,
The consonants and vowels,
The consequence of sounds.
Got a soundtrack in my mind,
All the time. Kids-
Screamin' from too much beat up,
And they don't even rhyme,
They just stand there, on a street corner,
Skin tucked in,
And meat side out and shot,
And I'd like to turn them down,
But there ain't no knob.
Run into picket fences.
Not into picket lines.
All this hippie-shit for the 60's,
And another cliche for our time. But,
But a one of these days your heart,
Will just stop ticking,
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.
The consonants and vowels,
The consequence of sounds,
The consonants and vowels,
The consequence of sounds.
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah.
Did you know that the gravedigger's still,
Gettin' stuck in the machine,
Even though it's a whole other daydream.
It's another town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid,
And the lawns are mowed.
Whad'ya think',
All the gravediggers were gone',
Just cause one song is done,
There's always another one,
Waiting right around the bend,
Till this one ends,
Then it begins
Squeaky clean, then it starts all over again.
The weather report keeps on,
Tossing and turning,
Predicting and warning,
And warning and warning of,
Possibly it could be news publications and,
Possibly it could be news TV stations.
That very same morning right next to her coffee,
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and,
National Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic,
The worlds got a nosebleed it said,
And we're flooding but we keep on cutting,
The trees and the forests!
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers,
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr,
The world that has made us can no longer contain us,
And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause,
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds.
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds.
Ah ah ah.
My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words don't travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes,
Into my stomach juice,
Where they don't serve my juice,
All melted calories,
Nutrition values.
And..
The gravediggers gettin' 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..
