Il testo della Brainchild

Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl out at the moon and blush
I think you 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 servant's calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think you're 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