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