Of Montreal
"Godly Intersex"

Too high, too fast, going to break our necks
Everything about you screamed of godly intersex
Nothing offered per dash, no human tracks
The new forms were germinating, I saw your REO wax
We danced for victory
We danced for Mile's misery
We danced for miscarriages
We danced in Robert's room
You, everybody's stoned about you
You, everybody's thrown about you
I was running from home from school
With the hope trying to keep my parents together
Heir to their chaos, there was such pressure to score high
So I had to drop it as if I stood a chance after my uncle's suicide
Everybody looking at me to succeed him as the family's golden myth
While all my identity mutations were being dozed by books
And all the drugs I took to prove I was brave but I was so afraid
Of the death without pleasure; you are my greatest treasure
Yeah I had an idea of pleasure until you excused me from your archetype
You, everybody's stoned about you
You, everybody's thrown about you