U2 - Happiness Is A Warm Gun Lyrics
Happiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunShes not a girl who misses muchShes not a girl who misses muchMother superior jump the gunMother superior jump the gunMother superior jump the gunMother superior jump the gunHappiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunShes well acquainted with the touch of the velvet handLike a lizard on a window paneThe man in the crowdWith the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail bootsLying with his eyes wide openAnd the hands busy working overtimeA soap impression of his wife which he ateAnd donated to the national trustHey, I need a fix cause Im going downHappiness is a, a warm gunHappiness is a, a warm gunHappiness is a, a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunI need a fix cause Im going downI need a fix cause Im going downI need a fix cause Im going downTo the bits that I left uptownI need a fix cause Im going down, uptownNeed a fix cause Im going down, uptownHappiness is a, a warm gunHappiness is a, a warm gunHappiness is a, a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gun[repeat until end]
