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
