Bp & the Big Picture - Gold Ring Disaster

Sick then sicker temper grows quicker
Ceiling fans flailing did you want to know my plan
Caught in a draught well who was the lookout
Time spent wasted who would have guessed it

My my hey hey blasphemy is boring
What you're after a gold ring disaster

Same old same old forgot what you came for
Sweating all the small stuff digging up the same old dirt
Shout off your mouth and you're always coming down
Pulse is growing quicker preaching our favorite words

My my hey hey blasphemy is boring
what you're after a gold ring disaster

Whoo
Yep

My my hey hey blasphemy is boring
What you're after a gold ring disaster

My my hey hey blasphemy is boring
What you're after a gold ring disaster

Written by:
Barryphillip Arruda

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