Текст песни The Breeders - Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Текст:

She’s not a girl who misses much Do do 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. 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. [6 times] Happiness is a warm gun. [4 times]

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