Happiness Is A Warm Gun by U2

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun


She's not a girl who misses much
She's not a girl who misses much


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


She's well acquainted with the touch of the 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 wide open
And the hands busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the national trust


Hey, i need a fix 'cause i'm going down


Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun


Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun


I need a fix cause i'm going down
I need a fix cause i'm going down
I need a fix cause i'm going down
To the bits that i left uptown


I need a fix cause i'm going down, uptown
Need a fix cause i'm going down, uptown


Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
[repeat until end]