Brains-A-Flame Songtext
von Johnny Dowd

Well, I want the kind of guy who likes to be cruel

Tryna be hip, acting real cool
He chain smokes my heart three packs a day
He′s like a bad habit that won't go away

Sometimes he′s good, gentle and kind
But it's more exciting when he starts to unwind
I walk the streets 'til the morning light
I watch it eat away the shadow of the night
I like the feel of leather next to my skin
I want a man, not a boyfriend
No, I need a savior like a mule needs a whip
Like a punch-drunk fighter needs a busted lip


Oh, I′d be suicidal
But I′m too wired
My brain's aflame
My body′s getting tired

Well, the bones of Ohio join you naked to the dead
In the cement mixer of a marriage bed
When the honeymoon is over, there's no one left to please
Is it winter that I feel or just a cool breeze?
Oh, if Mary was a sinner, then Jesus made her one
If Mary was the trigger, then Jesus was the gun

Oh, I′d be suicidal
But I'm too wired
My brain′s aflame
And my body's getting tired