Print

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 From Letras Mania