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