Neck Of The Woods

Some neck on that woods
I was just glad to be out
You’ve been gone a year
Did you reach the river’s mouth?
I mean it sounds dead easy; up, up, out

I can barely stomach one more long blue night
Rouse’s is chucking me out in the long gas light

Girls of the lanes
Blow technicolour rings like chimney stacks
Hay scatters, there’s paid-for pollinating
On Cathedral Road, front to back
To bottom of the jar

I can barely stomach one more night of this
Blew it like the bricks they used to build the bridge
Burke and Hare nearly mistook mе for a body to snatch
Pass me the pipe, pass mе the dynamite, pass me the match
Some neck on these woods but I’m gonna get out
Some neck on these woods but I’m gonna get out