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