P.g.l. Lyrics - Lower Class Brats

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