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