You sing yourself to sleep A song for your famous brother A Secret you can't keep Despite what the day Swing from high to deep Extremes of sweet and sour Hope that he exists I hope we pray Drawn by the undertow That fact spins outta control I believe this fact will bear my weight So we salute your Bro Oh Reece Brown Oh Reece Brown Oh Reece Brown Your brothers called Wes-Er-lee
When you chuff up your cross again I feel the breath of sadness. Sit down next to me. When the winger runs past you again I feel the touch of madness. Sit down next to me. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk HD
My brothers just text me saying this: To the chorus of Miss Brown by Reverend and the Makers: "Oh, for the love of Reece Brown I'd do it all, for the love of Reece Brown" [video=youtube_share;vVWPQYZAyGo]http://youtu.be/vVWPQYZAyGo[/video]
Too many words for our lot to remember. Chorus would go down well though with a different last line after each verse Oh Reece Brown Oh Reece Brown Oh Reece Brown Your brothers called Wes-Er-lee Oh Reece Brown Oh Reece Brown Oh Reece Brown You will do for me