Brown Fool Eyes

I think that maybe

We should start to try

To see this place through

Through different eyes

Because this pair still gets me down

Throws me in and out of town

These brown fool eyes

Don't do me right

A quiet king and his throne

Have been overthrown

Now he's got no home

But he ain't on his own

He's gripping his crown

Sitting underground

And the shit's flying on the surface

Now, he won't make a sound

Should a blue pair change my sight

Switch my wrongs from right

'Cause these brown fool eyes

Don't do me right

A quiet king and his throne

Have been overthrown

Now he's got no home

But he ain't on his own

He's gripping his crown

Sitting underground

Shit's flying on the surface

And now he won't make a sound