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