Baxter

Superchunk

Ease off the suction
I've held this position
For an hour
Wipe the blood from my chin
Bring me some water
He's always happy about something
It was 1950
Into the room
It's gray
It's covered with flowers
He keeps his golden cup
He makes jewelry for his daughter
He's always happy about something
He hands the drill to his son
And he says go to it
He's collected his share of pain
And he puts you through it
He hands the drill to his son
And he tightens the soder
He keeps his golden cup
He makes jewelry for his daughter
He's always happy about something
He hands the drill to his son
And he says go to it
He's collected his share of pain
When he puts you through it
And he puts you through it