P.G.L.
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Lyrics
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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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:13
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 199 BPM