Testo P.G.L
Testo 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
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
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