The Brain and The Bulldog

If I’m the bulldog, then you’re the brain

And you’re the spark and I’m the flame

And I’m the fire and you’re the name

And none of it matters anyway

Cuz either way we’re both insane

And if it were some other way

And everything else were changed

We’d be the brain and the bulldog anyway

Cuz the end of the start’s

The start of the end

If you let the filler go

If you cut the page to notes

The point remains

But I guess it’s not the same

So fuck it let’s go

You can be the brain I’ll be the bulldog

Or be the bull I’ll be the red cape shaking

Matador you chase on your last day

Go and be a clap of thunder

I’ll burn brighter in the rain

Shake the earth but I’ll inspire

And we’ll see who wins the day

Shoot first I’ll be the hand grenade

That blows us both away

And when we’re gone we’ll see who’s crowned the bulldog and the brain

If I’m the portrait, you’re the frame

If you’re the artist, I’m the paint

And I’m the painter you’re a name

That don’t much matter anyway

And either way we’re both insane

And if it were some other way

And everything were changed

We were only ashes anyway

The start of the start’s

The end of the end

If you let the filler go

If you cut the page to notes

The point remains

But not the same

So go

Be the brain I’ll be the bulldog

Be the bull I’ll be the red cape shaking

Matador you chase on your last day

Go and be a clap of thunder

I’ll burn brighter in the rain

Shake the earth but I’ll inspire

And we’ll see who wins the day

Shoot first I’ll be the hand grenade

That blows us both away

And when we’re gone we’ll see who’s crowned the bulldog and the brain