Stone Temple Pîlots – Big Bang Baby

I got a picture of a photograph
Of a wedding and a shell
Its just a burning aching memory
I never kiss and tell

So turn it up and burn it
Theres a hole in your head
Theres a hole in your head
Where the birds cant sing along

Does anybody know how the story really goes
Or should we all just hum along
Sell your sole and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, its a crash, crash, crash…

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