Lyrics of Christian Brothers - Elliott Smith

No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around
Christian brothers gonna take him down
But it can't help me get over
Don't be cross it's sick what i want
I've seen the boss blink on and off
Fake concerns is what's the matter, man
And you think i ought to shake yourr motherfucking hand
Well i know how much you care
Don't be cross it's sick what 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