Lyrics

The ghost of Daniel Johnston Sings a song for you to cut your teeth As a solitary dagger Steals the sights that would have set you free The demons praised the Lord on High For listening to what they need I'm small but I'm important still Baby I'm your mustard seed! We're gonna build this town We're gonna build it right We're gonna save this boy We're gonna make some light We'll sell our spears and will win this fight! My thinker must be a drinker cause the ground can't find his feet! Maybe some microdermabrasion might help brain forget it's me! I'm bordering on avarice because callouses can't bandage this The flesh shall surely die! I'm turning back to charity, simplicity, the heart of things! Oh friends unblock your eyes! I'm gonna a bird that sings at night I've got an arm that holds this baby down It's my golden crown I'm gonna be a beam of burning light I've got a word that turns this thing around Into solid ground! No demigod with brazen tongues can make my sockets clean! No pastor with the only way can set these walkers free!