Brainchild (Letra)
Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl out at the moon
And blush…
I think you´d better look around
There´s a genius in every town
Keep your ear down to the grown
No mothers son will ever forget it
Brainchild – you stole away my life
For a while
Stole away my life
Stole away my time
Stole away…
You´re a thief with style
Your unfaithful sertvants calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think you´de better turn a leaf
The poet is the only thief
What patti says patti does
No mothers son will let you forget it
Brainchild
Style – meticulous and gaunt
Style – articulate!
Style – preoccupation
Great lost albums no outtakes
You´re getting older and past your peak
I think you better look around
There´s a genius in your home town
No mothers son will ever forget you
Brainchild
You´re a thief with style
