Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm

smothered in mud at the foot of the river

the color vague is slapped around stupid

blood dries to a very dull color





I'm drowning and there is no relief from





it's only 12,000 miles to heaven

but the car is broken and we're all well-spoken

I've met three people but I don't think they like me

and we all talk about the state of the weather 



I'm drowning and there is no relief from





and everything I say are my own thoughts

don't listen to my very dull brother 



I'm drowning and there is no relief from