The Breeders - Happiness Is a Warm Gun lyrics
[The Breeders - Happiness Is a Warm Gun lyrics]
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do, oh, yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch
Of a 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, while his hands are busy
Working overtime
The 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 bit's that I've left uptown
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 (Oh)
Mother Superior, jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Josephine, do you think you are going bald?
No, you've asked me that before
And the answer was no then
Do do do do do, oh, yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch
Of a 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, while his hands are busy
Working overtime
The 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 bit's that I've left uptown
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 (Oh)
Mother Superior, jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Josephine, do you think you are going bald?
No, you've asked me that before
And the answer was no then