Lyrics Brain Child - The Auteurs

Brain Child

Some of the things a cowboy do To make you howl out at the moon
and blush…
I think youЈЂ better look around
ThereЈ— 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…
YouЈ-e a thief with style
Your unfaithful sertvants calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think youЈЂe 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
YouЈ-e getting older and past your peak
I think you better look around
ThereЈ— a genius in your home town
No mothers son will ever forget you
brainchild
YouЈ-e a thief with style