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