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