Christian Brothers - Elliott Smith, Heatmiser

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, its 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, its 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, its 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