Snakeskin

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 tripping out on a city cloak

They were separated then in sunlight shrouds

I was born with a crippled man on my back

I was national, I was geographic black

I was dreaming of a man with a neon pack

I was dreaming of a man with a heart attack

I lost my marbles all over the pink, pink gauge

I tried to find a cable that was engaged

I was lost in that home for the aging and lonely

I cried and I choked, I was sick and I was bony

I was feeling kinda ill, I was feeling kinda lonely

The time was erased, yes, but I was so homely