Daniel Johnston Was Stabbed In The Heart With The Moondagger By The King Of Darkness And His Ghost Is Writing This Song As A Warning To All Of Us

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!