BRAINCHILD — текст песни (The Auteurs)

Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl out at the moon
and blush...
I think youзЈЂ better look around
ThereзЈ— 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...
YouзЈ–e a thief with style

Your unfaithful sertvants calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think youзЈЂe 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
YouзЈ–e getting older and past your peak
I think you better look around
ThereзЈ— a genius in your home town
No mothers son will ever forget you
brainchild
YouзЈ–e a thief with style