Sad eyes soaked in shame, or so he claims Bad ideas drain, so pray for rain Bright eyes, no brains High time, low aim All we want to get is our way Act like we respect and we get paid Bright eyes, no brains High time, 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 you bird won't fly like a plane Always judge the new things, they're all the same Only when it's you, l are things okay Bright eyes, no brains High time, low aim Long words stray from plain, they're all the same I try, you complain, consume the pain Bright eyes, no brains High time, 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 time, low aim Bright eyes, no brains High time, low aim