The Breeders - Happiness is a warm gun
She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
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 abyss that I've left up town
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Do-do-do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
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 abyss that I've left up town
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
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