Elliott Smith Lyrics of the Christian Brothers track

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 your mother fucking 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