P.G.L.

We’re gonna quit our jobs
They don’t pay no money
You act so serious
We think you act funny
Some call it «art»
We call «some» shit
Let’s raise a glass
And we’ll all drink from it
Brains are falling into my hands
I have gone to a far off land
There is nothing in my head
I’m glad i’m bored, i could be dead
Back in Aachen
Always with a bang
They dance like wild
Come and join the gang
Brains are falling into my hands
I have gone to a far off land
There is nothing in my head
I’m glad i’m bored, i could be dead
Brains are falling into my hands
I have gone to a far off land
There is nothing in my head
I’m glad i’m bored, i could be dead