Crazy f*cker (Another Standard Folk Song) lyrics
by Elliott Smith
He´s a busted main line
But you ought to hear him out
Bleeding fortified wine
Out of the injury that I call my mouth
Trying to insult some crazy f*cker from the south
Whose arrow comes to pick me out
And so I´m waiting for a shot of white noise
Don't want to hear no stupid, screaming
Little half-assed middle-class boy
Because I’ve got a headache
And I’m already full of useless stories
Arrow, come on
Pick me out
'Cause I’ve got a headache
And I’m already full of these useless stories
Arrow, come on
Pick me out
Arrow come on, pick me out
I'm broken and broke