Christian Brothers -
by Elliott Smith
| No bad dream fucker's going to boss me around | |
| Christian Brothers going to 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 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 |