You took your headphones off and said
You've got this aching in your neck
It's in a blind spot, between your shoulders and your head
"I'm not an expert" I replied
"But darling, you never sit up straight
Or it's from contaminated chicken wings and steak
Or what about improper insulation
Or some sort sort of post-traumatic reaction
Or even a rare mutation in your DNA?"
You've got a pension plan and a cross on a chain
But oh that pain won't go away
You've got a Volvo van and a house on your name
But you can feel it every day
You say it's all been investigated
But that's nothing, nothing seems to work
And now you're feeling sorry for your ancestors
All their wars and sacrifices
Man, that woman throwing herself under a horse
While you believe in the affects of lavender
You've got a cyanide pill if you ever fall ill
But no, it's not that bad just yet
You got a gun in your bed and a license to kill
But you won't hold it to your head
There was silence, we were squinting
The refigerator kept on buzzing
Or was it something with the microwave?
"Well, that's dubious" I whispered
"But I'm afraid it doesn't make a difference
The Universe don't care about us any way"
You've got a pension plan and a cross on a chain
But oh that pain won't go away
You've got a Volvo van and a house on your name
But you can feel it every day
