Brian. The babe they called 'Brian',. He grew,. Grew, grew, and grew--. Grew up to be-- grew up to be. A boy called 'Brian'--. A boy called 'Brian'. He had arms. And legs. And hands. And
Brian. The babe they called 'Brian',. He grew,. Grew, grew, and grew--. Grew up to be-- grew up to be. A boy called 'Brian'--. A boy called 'Brian'. He had arms. And legs. And hands. And
Tortured and twisted. He walks the street alone. People avoid him. They know the street's his home Cold blade of silver. His eyes they burn so wild. Mean as a tiger. Society's own child Those
