Baby I feel good, do you feel bad Now that you're mine? Baby, I feel good, do you feel bad Clementine? It's the season of the witch and the drinking of wine The seizing of the bitch, bionic in crime Shed a tear for our darling, Clementine Thrown in the ocean, drowning in the brine ♪ Deep in the rainy streets In the rainy streets of your mind If you move faster, can you look back there And see her outline? Trapped in a tower on the top of the hill Or hear the crushing of her bones in the miller's mill Or trapped in a bottle of tiny blue pills Escaping from a hunter, looking for a kill?