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