Test, testing, testing This, hmm, Grace is my name And and I was...um... 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 patch And, ah, they won't let me see anybody If I want to sometimes and I ask I can still hear some pop...popular musics And aftershocks (Ah...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