U2 - Happiness Is A Warm Gun

U2

Happiness is a warm gun

She's not a girl who misses much

Du du du du, oh yeah

She's not a girl who misses much

Du du du du, oh yeah

Mother Superior jump the 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 multicolored 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 warm gun

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

Happiness is a, a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun

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