Pot Head Daniel Johnston

Man you look like old man’s eyes
When I saw you in that room
And now you’re on tour
They booked you in the asylum

You work so hard at being a buffoon
And now you ain’t got no incentive left
You popped your own balloon

You wanted to be somebody
But you ain’t nobody
You ain’t got no body
You’re just a head
You’re just a pothead

I heard one day they said you got so high
You ate up a chicken head and it was still alive
I have some friends who swear you did so don’t deny

Some day you’re gonna get so messed up
You’ll eat the head off your kid
And won’t you be sorry, pothead…

You brag to all your friends
About the fun you had last night
I wonder if you realize you forgot to brush your teeth
And then you’ll come a-bummin’
Asking for some money
You even tried to roll the sacred pages
And you burnt your lip