Superchunk - Baxter lyrics

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 He's always happy about something He's always happy about something He's always happy about something It was 1950 Into the room It's gray It's covered with flowers He keeps his gold in a cup He makes j**elry for his daughter He's always happy about something He's always happy about something He's always happy about something 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 And he puts you through it He hands the drill to his son And he tightens the solder He keeps his gold in a cup He makes j**elry for his daughter He's always happy about something He's always happy about something He's always happy about something 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 And he puts you through it