Test, testing, testing This, and, Grace is my name And, and I was, umm It was that phot... a fading photograph of A patch, 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, if I want to sometimes and I ask I can still hear some pop, popular musics And aftershocks I've been watching a television of, ah, 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
Written by: David Bowie