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