The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah-ahh
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 now
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
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, quiet, quiet, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, quiet
The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah-ahh
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 now
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
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, quiet, quiet, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
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
To where it isn't even real rain at all