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 trippin' now on a city cloak

they were separated then with sunlight shrouds

i was born with 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 boney

i was feelin' kinda ill

i was feelin' kinda lonely

and time was erased

yes but

i was so homely