Daniel Johnston

Daniel Johnston - More Dead Than Alive lyrics

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He played the game but he failed the test 
but he remembers the way of her hair and the shape of 
her breast 
he'll tell the world about it now in a traveling show 
like some kind of circus 
like some kind of circus 
like a monkey in a zoo 

more dead than alive 

Total abandon - that far away look 
where nothing seems to matter and nothing seems to cook 
but you know her, you love her; you gotta live without 
her 
he said I can't live without her 
she said too bad about that and left with the 
undertaker 
now he just sits at the piano 
singing I'll never grow up 
I'll never grow up 

more dead than alive 

He said what a babe 
you oughta see her 
I got a picture 
and he whipped out his wallet 
he got a pathetic collage photo of himself in a fashion 
mall 
really sad - really sad 

more dead than alive 

Well I climbed up a mountain and I dug myself a grave 
don't you ever get tired telling me to behave 
and the wild wind well it's my slave 
takes me wherever I'd wanna go 
but it always blows me back again 
well the wild wind it's my friend 
it always blows me back again 
it was if my skull was bare 
till blew one night this wild wind 
and knocked me back alive again 
and if I told you this was for real 
that I had been living against my will 
would you laugh and laugh and say 
he's not being real that way 

more dead than alive 

pulled up a coffin and I stepped in 
I turned on the radio and the record on the radio kept 
skippin, skippin 
I said I pulled up a coffin 
I pulled up a coffin 
I pulled up a coffin 
I walked up to this psychological man 
I said I got this problem about this coffin 
he said here's some cough drops
I said please don't make such dumb jokes 
this is art - or is it art or is it smart 
or is it just my heart 

more dead than alive 

Little girl when all my tears have dried 
little girl when everything was going great 
time to call up the in-crowd 
undead white zombie 

more dead than alive 

Well he played that game but he failed the test 
be he remembers he remembers the way of her hair and 
the shape of her breast 
and he'll tell the world about it now in a traveling 
show 
like some kind of circus 
like some kind of circus 
like some kind of circus 

more dead than alive

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Language: English

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