Brains -

Sometimes you wish you were the girl they buy drinks to

It’s easier to dream when you have nothing to lose

Well, but you have plans to save the earth

You even read every night before you go to bed

Demons are in again

Sorrow is here again

Restless feet on the lane

High fences conceal the pain

You’ve got the brains

And she’s got a nice pair to buy her fame

It’s just an illusion to keep your dull routine

You moved far away, but you can’t get your head clear

Well, it’s not so bad to figure you were wrong

No one is looking for a decent conversation here, I know

Demons are in again

Sorrow is here again

Young skirts freely wave their hands

Don’t look straight, it’s hazardous

You’ve got the brains

And she’s got her lips full to buy her fame

You’ve got the brains

And she’s got a tall scum to buy her fame

You’ve got the brains

And she’s knocked me off just to buy her fame

Call me