Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette) lyrics by David Bowie

Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And and I was...hm...
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 bit too fast like a brain hatch
And ah they won't let me see anybody
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks. (SNEEZE)
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.