Christian Brothers lyrics by 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

I've seen the boss blink on and off
Fake concerns is what's the matter, man

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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

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

Don't be cross, this sick 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