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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