Elliott Smith - Crazy f**er lyrics

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**er from the south Whose arrow comes to pick me out And so I'm waiting for a shot of white noise I don't 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 Erin, come pick me out Because I've got a headache And I'm already full of these useless stories So Erin, come on, pick me out Erin, come on, pick me out A broken arrow