Sad eyes soaked in shame, or so he claims Bad ideas drain, so prey for rain Bright eyes, no brains High tide, low aim All we want to get is our way Act like we 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 you 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 Bright eyes, no brains High tide, low aim