Lyrics Elliott Smith

Elliott Smith

Christian Brothers

No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around

Christian brothers gonna take him down

It can't help me get over

Don't be cross, its sick I want

I've seen the boss blink on and off

Fake concern says what's the matter, man

And you think I ought to shake your motherfuckin' hand

Well I know how much you care

Don't be cross, its sick I want

I've seen the boss blink on and off

Come here by me, I want you here

Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear

Don't be cross, its sick I want

I've seen the boss blink on and off

Come here by me, I want you here

Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear

Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear