Birth Of Serpents Lyrics - All Eternal's Deck - Mountain Goats

Let the camera pull back till the fullness of the frame is clear and plain 

Peer into the screen until you see it all like a vision in a crystal ball 

Let it all fill with smoke 

Is this somebody's idea of a joke? 

Let the fixer work until the silver's washed away 

And take the picture from the tray 

Look hard at what you see and then remember you and me 

And let the truth spring free 

Like a jack-in the box 

Like a hundred-thousand cuckoo clocks 

From the Oregon corners to the Iowa corn 

To the rooms with the heat lamps where the snakes get born 

Crawl through the tunnel and follow, follow the light north west 

See that young man who dwells inside his body like an uninvited guest 

See the tunnel twist 

Clutch your birth rite in your fist 

Let the camera do its dirty work down there in the dark 

Sink low, rise high, bring back some blurry pictures to remember all your darker moments by 

Permanent bruises on our knees 

Never forget what it felt like to live in rooms like these 

From the California coastline to the Iowa corn 

To the rooms with the heat lamps where the snakes get born