Snakeskin
Bradford Cox
I was born already nailed to the cross
I was born with a feeling I was lost
I was born with the ability to talk
I was born with a snake-like walk
I was trippin' now on a city cloak
They were separated then within sunlight shroud
I was born a crippled man on my back
I was natural, I was geographic black
I was dreaming of a man with a neon back
I was dreaming of a man with a heart attack
I lost my marbles all over the pink, pink cage
I tried to find a cable that was engaged
I was lost in that home for the aged and lonely
I cried and I choked, I was sick and I was bones
I was feelin' kinda hell, I was feelin' kinda lonely
In a time was erased, yeah but, I was so homely
