"Christian Brothers" lyrics - ELLIOTT SMITH

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 I want
I've seen the boss blink on and off

Fake concern says "what's the matter, man?"
And you think I ought to shake your motherfuckin' hand
Well, I know how much you care

Don't be cross, it's 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, it's 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