Brainchild Songtext

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 servants calling you In and out of your blind spot out of view I think you'd better turn a leaf The poet is the only thief What Patti says Patti does No mother's 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