C#7 C7 C#7 C7
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
C#7 C7
I live downstairs
C#7 C7
I hear you taking out your garbage
C#7 C7
I hear you loving your girlfriend
C#7 C7
I hear you loving yourself too
C#7 C7
I hear you flushing your toilet
C#7 C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
C#7 C7
And I, I turn mine off too
C#7 C7
The only thing I hear is you
C#7 C7
And you don't sound nice, and you don't sound right
C#7 C7
And you don't sound good, and you don't sound right
C#7 C7 C#7 C7
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
C#7 C7
I live downstairs
C#7 C7
I hear you taking out your garbage
C#7 C7
I hear you loving your girlfriend
C#7 C7
I hear you loving yourself too
C#7 C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
C#7 C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
C#7 C7
And it gets quiet, quiet, oh
Cm B F E
Quite, quite, quite, quite
F E
Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
Cm B F E F E Cm B
Quite, quite, qui-qui-qui, qui-qui, qui
F E F E Cm B
Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
F E F E Cm B
Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
F C
Quite quiet...
C
Quiet...
[Bridge]
C C7 C
Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
C7 C
Heard the bell ring
C
And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
C7 C
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
C7
So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin
C
And, and... drooling on her pillow
Cm7 C7 Cm7
Paaaavlov's daughter
C C7
Oh, and it was far away
C
And hazy like a dream
Cm7 C
Not a dream
C7
But the ocean, not the oceeeeean
C
But forever
C#7 C7 x4
[Verse 2]
C#7 C7
The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
C#7 C7
Picking getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my name
C#7 C7 C#7 C7
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-a-ah
C#7 C7
Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear
C#7
And I still can't hear
C7
Whadya think I was an amateur
C#7 C7 C#7 C7
Playing with my temperature?
[Pre-Chorus]
C#7 C7
If I hear another song about angels
C#7 C7
If I see another feather on the dumb-box
C#7 C7
I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
C#7 C7
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now
C#7 C7
If I hear another song about angels
C#7 C7
If I see another feather on the dumb-box
C#7 C7
I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
C#7 C7 C#7 C7
Oh, get me some whiskey, oh, get me some whiskey now
[Chorus]
C#7 C7 C#7 C7
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
C#7 C7
I live downstairs
C#7 C7
I hear you taking out your garbage
C#7 C7
I hear you loving your girlfriend
C#7 C7
I hear you loving yourself too
C#7 C7
I hear you flushing your toilet
C#7 C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
C#7 C7
And I, I turn mine off too
C#7 C7
The only thing I hear is you
C#7 C7
And you don't sound nice, and you don't sound right
C#7 C7
And you don't sound good, and you don't sound right
C#7 C7 C#7 C7
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
C#7 C7
I live downstairs
C#7 C7
I hear you taking out your garbage
C#7 C7
I hear you loving your girlfriend
C#7 C7
I hear you loving yourself too
C#7 C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
C#7 C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
C#7 C7
And it gets quiet, quiet, oh
Cm B F E
Quite, quite, quite, quite
F E
Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
Cm B F E F E Cm B
Quite, quite, qui-qui-qui, qui-qui, qui
F E F E Cm B
Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
F E F E Cm B
Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
F C
Quite quiet...
[Outro]
C
As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood
C C#7
Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow
C
But nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
C
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest
C#7
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
C
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head going downstream to where it isn't even real rain at all
