Christian Brothers lyrics
No bad dream fucker's going to boss me around
Christian Brothers going to 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
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