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
He's got tracks down his face
Where his tears drop
He's got a stain on his shirt
Where his heart bleeds
Just like he's a widow
His poor heart has died
His mind is like Jell-O
In the ghetto of love
It'll work out
Everything does
But if it don't work out
It's only because
Just like he's a widow
His poor heart has died
His mind is like Jell-O
In the ghetto of love