Superchunk - A Small Definition lyrics

rate me

You didn't leave much space

At the bottom of the page

There's room for four words, maybe three

And you write, "Nothing can hurt me"

You're always "systems go" unless

Some little bird stops the press

Some things are flexable but true

And that doesn't work for you

Well the things to you that matter

You could hang around the neck

Of the drunk and helpless dancer

Just to keep those moves in check

You want the rock that breaks your back

To be polished and without cracks

You want a love to save your life

But of a certain shape and size

Oooh

That's a small definition