U2 - Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

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]