Elliott Smith

He´s a busted main line but you oughta hear him out
bleeding fortified whine out of the injury that i call my mouth
trying to insult some crazy fucker
from the south whose arrow comes to pick me out

and so I´m waiting for a shot of white noise
i dont wanna hear no stupid screaming, little half-assed
middle-class boy cause i’ve got a headache and
i’m already full of useless stories
arrow, come pick me out

cause i’ve got a headache and
i’m already full of useless stories
so arrow come on, pick me out
arrow come on, pick me out
a broken arrow