Christian Brothers Lyrics by Elliott Smith

Christian Brothers Lyrics

    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 yourr 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

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