Johnny take a walk
With your sister the moon
Let her pale light in
To fill up your room
You’ve been living underground
Eating from a can
You’ve been running away
From what you don’t understand…
Love
She’s slippy
You’re sliding down
She’ll be there
When you hit the ground
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
Oh Love
Johnny take a dive
With your sister in the rain
Let her talk about the things
You can’t explain
To touch is to heal
To hurt is to steal
If you want to kiss the sky
Better learn how to kneel
On your knees boy
She wants you
You don’t know why
She sees the man
Inside the child
Yeah
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
Love
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Lift my days, light up my nights
Love
One day you will look… back
And you’ll see… where
You were held… how
By this love… while
You could stand there
You could move on this moment
Follow this feeling
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
Oh love
Oh love, lover
Move you
Spirit move
Baby love me
Move
Baby love me
Move you
Baby love me
Move with it
She moves with it
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
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 /
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 / Down
to the bits that I left uptown
Need a fix cause I’m going down, uptown /
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 / Warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun / Warm gun (originally recorded by The Beatles)
I was brave and I love my cuz
She was wavin' that dope man up
Banged a mom 'cause I see no future
Sat her down when I poured that tea
I don't know 'cause I got big temper
Stick close to my rainbow side
Candy corn and that dancing leopard
That's all folks, that's all
She's the kinda girl who make you want to go faster now
She's the kinda girl who make you steal your child
She's the kind of girl, she's in the here ever after now
There's a cry for help and I don't deny
I don't know, but it's finally just one more mile
Peaches are sold and all giving up on that Humpty style
At the Caldwell, cross from black top
She's Eurasian met her at the Quick Stop
We danced at Tito's Go Go
Girlfriend's back now, she's gone solo
She's the kinda girl who make you want to go faster now
She's the kinda girl who make you steal your child
She's the kind of girl, she's in the here ever after now
There's a cry for help and I don't deny
Wet my beak and I give it up to that drugstore nose
So unique and I live it up till that liquor store close
In the laundry queen ballistic
Mangy face with the messed up lipstick
My thing is blacked out loco
Smoke and tears, now take my photo
She's the kinda girl who make you want to go faster now
She's the kinda girl who make you steal your child
She's the kind of girl, she's in the here ever after now
There's a cry for help and I don't deny
I don't deny
Bangin' hard with those daddy issues
Hanging out with that Chevron dude
Knocked her out so I let her kiss you
Redneck fights, I Hercules bit you
Big box, hoppin' on detox
Fast food trash when you're livin' in the crosswalk
Catch me out like motel hoes do
Blood on fries, now that's my go-to
She's the kinda girl who make you want to go faster now
She's the kinda girl who make you steal your child
She's the kind of girl, she's in the here ever after now
There's a cry for help and I don't deny
I don't deny