Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Our Dying Brains, artist - Grandaddy. Date of issue: 10.10.2011
Song language: English
Our Dying Brains |
| The science halls |
| Have hollow walls |
| And sodden carpet |
| At least the cops don’t come in Spare us the legal poems |
| Broken legs can’t run anyway |
| Some days were missed |
| Ten kegs at Albers |
| And Albers turns into geer |
| And hours become years |
| Well get back to work |
| Right back to work I swear |
| Our beakers are still full of beer |
| Crotch rockets |
| And violins |
| We chisled and we switched |
| Naw, but their not gonna mix |
| So please can our dying brains |
| Take another break |