The Breeders - Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

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)