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