lower class brats - p.g.l. lyrics
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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” sh-t
let’s raise a gl-ss
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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