Cold Hard World - Daniel Johnston

It’s a cold hard world

It’s a cold hard world

It’s a cold hard world

Oh no

I heard Red Donley say

It was on the news today

It’s a cold hard world

It’s a cold hard world

It’s hiking across the country

Looking for a bite to eat

You’d be surprised at the animals

And the people you’d meet

Rolling down that highway

With eyes fixed straight ahead

They have a caravan of cars

To bury the dead

And coke cans and pop bottles

Lined the streets like flowers instead

And this guy gave me a ride

I said this industrial waste sure stinks

He said he likes that smell

'cause that’s the smell of money

I said «well, mister money stinks, too.»

I met a fireman

He said you never forget burning flesh

And the librarian said

Do you have a card here?

I said I been coming here for weeks

Don’t you recognize me by now

I checked out a million books

Just to get you to notice me

Somebody’s house burned down

Somebody’s hubcap fell off

Somebody’s soul got lost

Somebody’s heart got broke

I heard Red Donley say

It was on the news today

It’s a cold hard world

It’s a cold hard world