Our Dying Brains Lyrics - Grandaddy

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 gear 

And hours become years 

Well get back to work 

Right back to work I swear 

Our beakers are still full of beer 

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Crotch rockets 

and violins 

We chisled and we switched 

Naw, but their not gonna mix 

So please can our dying brains 

Take another break 

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