Lyrics

Guilty Pleasure Burned my fingers brown Too much trouble Placed upon my tongue So bite down upon the howl Too much pressure Could break a mountain in half In two directions I'm running From the future and the past Pull me apart So taste the broken glory In each and every single second Buddha, Hail Mary So that we can all testify Don't you know we all got Every guilty pleasure Enough to pass the blame around Guilty pleasure Like a broken record that is skipping I recognise the pattern that's always rеpeating Hear it loud and clear In еach scoundrel's prayer Well happiness is Whatever you can find And it's the same old story In each and every single telling So why don't you come over Well now we can all testify Don't you know we all got Every guilty pleasure Enough to pass the blame around