Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette) — текст песни (David Bowie)

Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, 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. (Ahhh-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