"Brainchild" Lyrics

Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl out at the moon
and blush...
I think youç£â'¬ better look around
Thereç£â€" 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...
Youç£â€"e a thief with style

Your unfaithful sertvants calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think youç£â'¬e 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
Youç£â€"e getting older and past your peak
I think you better look around
Thereç£â€" a genius in your home town
No mothers son will ever forget you
brainchild
Youç£â€"e a thief with style