The Mountain Goats - 1 Samuel 15:23 lyrics

I became a crystal healer and my ministry was to the sick Creeping vines would send out runners and seek me in their numbers I sold self-help tapes Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes And as the word spread of my powers, they would seek me far and wide All sad faces at my window, I would welcome them inside I sewed clothes for them, cloaks and capes Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes My house will be for all people who have nowhere to go My supply of shining crystals a shield against the snow There's more like me where I come from so mark our shapes Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes