Crick In My Neck

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