Lletres: Elliott Smith. Christian Brother.

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 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