In the summer of nineteen seventy-three A boy was born and that boy was me Born with blue eyes and blond hair And relatives and origins everywhere
My mother was quiet and educated She travelled the world, she studied and painted She used the french that she was reading And never made it back to sweden
My father was a doctor but he played the guitar On the day that you are born, you know who you are He gave me the name of my late grandfather One goes down and up comes the other
When i was a younger man i drank a lot of coffee I studied biology and philosophy The only thing i learned was what noone said to me You better live noe and stop getting ready
I played in a band, we toured the old world The shows were excited, fun and unheard I loved the spirirt, i loved the UK And chilling with my friends by the side oof the highway
I loved the movies, i loved the ocean I liked the idea of an orphan nation So i flew to the city to catch up with a friend I met a few songsters and a lot of good men
In the fall of two thousand six I changed my name to Stanley Brinks I turned my back on friends and family And became an enemy of society