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
Constant drama of body
You ask me «what the heck?»
Crick in my neck
Um, could you wait a sec?
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
Brother, could you wait a sec?
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