Snakeskin - Deerhunter

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 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 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

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