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