Queens Of The Stone Age - Christian Brothers текст песни

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