P.G.L. Lyrics

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