P.G.L.

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

We're gonna quit our jobs

They don't pay no money

You act so serious

we think you act funnySome call it "art"

We call "some" shit

Let's raise a glass

And we'll all drink from itBrains 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 deadBack in Aachen

Always with a bang

They dance like wild

Come and join the gangBrains 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 deadBrains 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