Текст песни: P.G.L. + перевод

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

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