Happiness Is A Warm Gun Lyrics - Singles - Breeders

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 multicolored mirrors 

On his hobnail boots 

Lying with his eyes, while his hands 

Are busy working overtime 

The sole confession of his wife which he ate 

And donated to the National Trust 

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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, jump the gun 

Mother Superior, jump the gun 

Mother Superior, jump the gun 

Mother Superior, jump the gun 

Mother Superior, jump the gun 

Mother Superior, jump the gun 

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Happiness is a warm gun 

Happiness is a warm gun 

Happiness is a warm gun 

Happiness is a warm gun 

(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) 

Josephine, do you think you are going bald? 

No, you've asked me that before 

And the answer was no then