Christian brothers
by Elliott Smith
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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
Come here by me I want you here
Nightmares become me it´s so fucking clear
Nightmares become me it´s so fucking clear
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
Come here by me I want you here
Nightmares become me it´s so fucking clear
Nightmares become me it´s so fucking clear