Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
I give up, I give up
I t-ried real hard but now I give up
Now the sweat's run down to my sock
Nothing left but a box in the ground
No one's immune to burglary
When you stole my heart
I was charmed - at first
But then I realized I was dying - of thirst
In the desert of love
Like a trooper with super-duper patience
I waited until everything had dried up in my wishing well
And it's been hell, believe me - that
A farmer in the dell, plagued by a bat
And your mysterious smile magnificently re-created
In my mind for quite some time
And I hung on, hoping for a mira-cle
Or a medal for my emotional - bravery, yes
Just like Davy Crockett at the - Alamo
When that bullet hit him he knew he had to go
So, I give up, I give up
I tried real hard
But now I give up