Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun


She`s not a girl who misses much
She`s not a girl who misses much


Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun


Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun


She`s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes wide open
And the hands busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust


Hey, I need a fix `cause I`m going down


Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun


Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun


I need a fix cause I`m going down
I need a fix cause I`m going down
I need a fix cause I`m going down
To the bits that I left uptown


I need a fix cause I`m going down, uptown
Need a fix cause I`m going down, uptown


Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
[Repeat until end]
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