| Lyrics: | Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, grace is my name
And and i was...hm...
It was that phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So i'm thinking bit too fast like a brain hatch
And ah they won't let me see anybody
If i want to sometimes and i ask
I can hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks. (sneeze)
See i've been watching a television of um... in
The homelands
That's the new homelands and um that's all i can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And i think something is going to be horrid. |
