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