Текст песни breeders - Happiness Is A Warm Gun
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She`s not a girl who misses muchDo-do-do, oh yeahShe`s well acquaintedWith the touch of a velvet handLike a lizard on a window paneMan in the crowdWith the multicoloured mirrorsOn his hobnail bootsLying with his eyesWhile his hands are busyWorking overtimeThe sole confession of his wifeWhich he ate and donated to theNational TrustI need a fix cause I`m going downDown to the abyss that I`ve left up townI need a fix cause I`m going downMother Superior jumped the gun *6Happiness is a warm gun *4(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)Some guy: Josephine, do you think you are going bald?Josephine: No. You`ve asked me that before and the answer was no then.