| Lyrics: | Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And and I was...um...
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 very, too, 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
still hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks. (Ahhh-choo)
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 |
