Paroles: Elliott Smith. Crazy Fucker.

its a busted main line but you oughta hear him out
bleeding fortified wine out of the injury that i call my mouth
i just wanna play and sold (?) some crazy fucker
from the south whose arrow came to pick me out

and so i waited for a shot of white noise
i dont wanna hear some stupid screaming, little half-arsed
middle-class boy because i've got a headache and
i'm already full of useless stories
arrow (maybe error? erin?) come pick me out


because i've got a headache and
i'm already full of useless stories
so arrow (maybe error? erin?) come on, pick me out
arrow (maybe error? erin?) come on, pick me out
a broken arrow