Baby Grace (a Horrid Cassette)

Test, testing, testing

This, hmm, Grace is my name and, and I was, hm

It was that phot, a fading photograph of

A patch, a patchwork quiltAnd 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 askI can still hear some pop, popular musics and aftershocks

I've been watching a television of, um, in the homelands

That's the new homelands and, um, and that's all I can remember

And now they just want me to be quiet

And I think something is going to be horrid