Happiness is a warm gun

Genres

Blues rock, Cover, Hard rock, Ice Station Penguin, Progressive rock, The Beatles

Lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much.
Do do do do do do. Oh yeah

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 multi-coloured mirrors
on his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes
while his hands are busy
working overtime

A soap impression of his wife
which he ate
and donated to the national trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left up town
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down.

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
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

When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm, because

Happiness is a warm gun, mama
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Well don't you know that
Happiness is a warm gun, mama, yeah.