Blundertown

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