Lyrics Christian Brothers - Elliott Smith, Heatmiser

Christian Brothers

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