Happiense is a warm gun

Happiense is a warm gun
the beatles from í´the beatlesí¶
sheí†s not a girl who misses much.
do do do do do do, oh yeah
sheí†s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

like a lizard on a window pane.
the man in the crowd with the multicolored 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 í¦cause ií†m going down.
down to the bits that i left uptown.
i need a fix í¦cause ií†m going down.
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
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.
yes it is.