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