BROWN IS THE SHIT

Words: Stephen L. Suffet © 2001
Music: RED IS THE ROSE (trad)

Brown is the shit, my flowers grow in it,
And without it I could not plant my garden,
But at times my shit will smell, like the furnaces of Hell,
And for that I humbly beg your pardon!

I came to sing a song and to help this world along,
And maybe add my voice to the choir,
But when I open up my mouth, the shit comes pouring out,
And that isn't what I desire.

I simply cannot say how I went astray,
I only wanted to be helpful,
I never meant to hurt, nor to sling around the dirt,
But I guess I wasn't very careful.

So now I will shut up before I add more smut,
To a world that's already sullied,
Don't ask for my advice, or expect me to be nice,
And I'll be not the bully nor the bullied.

Brown is the shit, my flowers grow in it,
And without it I could not plant my garden,
But at times my shit will smell, like the furnaces of Hell,
And for that I humbly beg your pardon!



Note: I wrote this song without any particular individual in mind.

--- Steve