Lyrics Christian Brothers - Queens of the Stone Age

No bad dream fucker 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 that want
I've seen the boss blink on and off

Fate concerns us
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 that 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