Sad eyes soaked in shame
or so he claims
bad ideas drain
so pray for rain

Bright eyes, no brains
high tide, low aim

All we want to get
is our way
act like respect
and we get paid

Bright eyes, no brains
high tide, low aim

Dead men walk but does it matter
talk is cheap so cut the chatter
make no sound 'cause it compounds
your mistakes won't be unmade
and your bird won't fly like a plane

Always judge the new things
they're all the same
only when it's you are things okay

Bright eyes, no brains
high tide, low aim

Long words stray from plain
they're all the same
I try, you complain
consume the pain

Bright eyes, no brains
high tide, low aim

Dead men walk but does it matter
talk is cheap so cut the chatter
make no sound 'cause it compounds
your mistakes won't be unmade
and your bird won't fly like a plane

Bright eyes, no brains
high tide, low aim