Blues and the brown

You knew a girl. And her head was so hurt. She had to sleep in the bathtub. She didn’t wake up 'til the morning. Well not 'til the morning.

And she knew a man. With a hook for a hand. Who played his mother’s guitar in a musical collective. So that’s what they called it.

He worked with a priest. Who seemed to work on the streets. By giving zip lock bags to the student population. Oh population.

He’s misunderstood. So he don’t understand. That he was playing the hand of the cruel cruel man's bad intentions. Well, oh bad intentions.

And he said hand yourself in if it all goes south. He saw the holes in the plan of the holiest man. That he knew. And so he goes to the church and he’s thinking it through. But if you're helping me. Well he can’t just help you too. Well help you too.

They say the priest got away to Montego Bay. Left the boy to be found. Take the blame, to go down, down, down. For the blues and the brown.

For the blues and the brown.