Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And and I wasum
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 poppopular 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