Nothing Daniel Johnston

Not that you want to be

Out of curiosity

Just a corsage of the world

I was in love with a girl

I would the violence foresee

All that it ought to be

Blessed by generosity

Sure to put your heart in a whirl

Stop to pick up a dollar bill

As the blood drips at the mill

You have fried chicken

You ate it up so fast

Laid down its life just for you