I woke up in a bed so I rang to be fed From a dream to Tetley I woke up in a war Flynn as John Barrymore The constant drama of body You ask me “what the heck?”… Crick in my neck Crick in my neck Um, could you wait a sec? Crick in my neck Crick in my neck A crick in my neck
There, behind my back What’s that sound behind my back? Jesus said: “I gotta get outta here…” But on the other hand Salvage from the New Land and floating up into the atmosphere I heard “what the heck?” Crick in my neck Crick in my neck Brother, could you wait a sec? Crick in my neck Crick in my neck A crick in my neck
O, body, holding me back O, body, you’re such a drag! The physical The tooth and nail And withal, time is the crime