Christian Brothers

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 your
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

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
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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Writer(s): Elliott Smith
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