Gong Shop

I was born in a gong shop I was born in the fog I was a kind of reptile And then turned into a dog I was born in a gong shop I was born in the crowd I was born in a black hole I found my face in the shroud I was born in the fire I was born like that Stung by the tongues of the pyre Like a rat Born in the gutter, born in the pew There's a crack in the crystal Only the crooked cacaw I was born in a gong shop I was born in a gong shop I was born a tree I was born in a cauldron I was born in the sea I was born in a gong shop I was born in the snake I was born a real thing But then I grew up a fake I was born just a number Like some kind of test Born upside down on the paper Like the rest Born in a pile, born in a queue There's a crack in the crystal Only the crooked cacaw I was born in a gong shop