Elliott Smith - Crazy f**er (Another Standard Folk Song) lyrics

He´s a busted main line, but you ought to hear him out Bleeding fortified wine from the injury that I call my mouth Trying to insult some crazy f**er from the south Whose arrow comes to pick me out And so I´m waiting for a shot of white noise I dont want to hear no stupid, screaming, little half-a**ed middle-cla** boy Because I've got a headache and I'm already full of useless stories Arrow, come pick me out Because 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