Grandaddy - Our Dying Brains Lyrics

The science halls

Have hollow walls

And solid carpet

At least the cops still come in

Spare's the need for 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



Crotch rockets

and violins

We chisled and we switched

Naw, but their not gonna mix

So please can our dying brains

Take another break?