The Breeders - Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

rate me

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 multicoloured mirrors

On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes

While his hands are busy

Working overtime

The sole confession 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 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

Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun

(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Some guy: Josephine, do you think you are going bald?

Josephine: No. You've asked me that before and the answer was no then.