Cult Of Genius

Little Mozart is sitting on a dirty stoop
singing tra la la watching the local citizens jump rope

Welcome to the Cult of Genius

Little Mozart just painted the Riders On The Beach
he celebrates the still life with an empty wine glass
and the pit of a summer peach

Welcome to the Cult of Genius
Welcome to the Cult

Chorus

Welcome to the Cult of Genius
Welcome to the Cult of Genius
Welcome to the Cult of Genius
Welcome to the Cult

Little Mozart she dances like a fire in the wind
but can’t explain her concentration
or the art of lunch to a friend

Welcome to the Cult of Genius
Welcome to the Cult

Little Mozart read another book
take another walk along the sand
you can always leave the corporation
and join a rock and roll band

Welcome to the Cult of Genius
Welcome to the Cult

Chorus

Bridge

It’s a job it’s a jam it’s a place where your heart belongs
it’s the lies you can’t tell in love songs

Chorus

Little Mozart is sitting on a dirty stoop
Little Mozart flying so high doing the loop dee loop
Little Mozart break a little bread drink a little soup
Little Mozart singing shoop shoop shoop shoop
Little Mozart singing shoop shoop shoop shoop
Little Mozart singing shoop shoop

Welcome to the Cult

© 1999 Liberty Beach Music
From the album, “Moonlit”

http://www.DavidHarris.com libertybeach@mail.com All songs written by David Harris. Copyright 2006 Liberty Beach Music, BMI. Used by permission.

Back to Again Song Titles