From the recording Common Ground
Lyrics
Who’s that calling in the middle of the night?
Who’s that following in the broad daylight?
Where’s it all coming from?
Cause it’s all piling up
Too much information
Make it stop
Get off my back, Jack
Pressure, pressure, it’s all running high
Complications with your alibi
All this white noise, it’s deafening
All this city smog is blinding me
Get off my back, Jack
Doctor, doctor, take my pulse
Check my BP, tell me is it running close?
Too many voices with no clarity
Too much confusion in this human sea
Get off my back, Jack