Superchunk Album

Finger on my pulse
I've got my finger in the socket
Why build a cradle
if you don't plan to rock it?
I've got my things together all in one place
I've got my stuff out of your way
I've got myself out of your face

Well I thought that
you said that
we were gonna
so come on

Now I'm to sick to
sick to move

Sick of no direction
I'm sick of my reflection
There's a field outside my house I think I'll crawl there for protection
At this point when I plan you know I
plan on going wrong it's just I
never thought I'd plot the course of failure for this long

Well I thought that
you said that
we were gonna
so come on

Now I'm to sick to
sick to move

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You haven't moved from that spot all night since you asked for a light
you little smoke stack
You've wasted my time
I'd like to see you try and give it back

I'm working
But I'm not working for you!
Slack Motherfucker!

Relax, sit down
I'll kick that stool right out from under you
Well, then, I see you sitting outside
Well, I can do the same thing too

I'm working
But I'm not working for you!
No!
Slack Motherfucker!

I'm working
But I'm not working for you!
Slack Motherfucker
You Motherfucker!!

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