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




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