No bad dream fucker's going to boss me around, Christian Brothers gonna take him down, But it can't help me get over. Don't be cross, it's sick 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 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.
Don't be cross, it's sick 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.