Christian Brothers

Elliott Smith
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, this sick I want
Fake concerns is what's the matter, man
And you think I ought to shake your motherfuckin' hand
Well I, I know how much you care
Don't be cross, this sick I want
Come here by me, I want you here
Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear
Don't be cross, this sick I want
Come here by me, I want you here
Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear
Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear