No, we really want the bodily organ. Here’s another from “Time”:
“The sniper in the brain,
regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain,
and many other last names”
(Rest of lyrics extremely indecent, along with 90% of the entre Aladdin Sane album)
Ok,
Fame, it’s not your brain, it’s just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame
Also from Five Years,
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there