I thought that you knew it all
Well you've seen it ten times before.
I thought that you had it down
With both your feet on the ground.
I love slow...slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over me.
Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations.
Dream on my dear
It's a sleep from which you may not awaken.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in disillusionment.
I don't believe you anymore...I don't believe you.
I thought that I knew it all
I'd seen all the signs before.
I thought that you were the one
In darkness my heart was won.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in a domestic graveyard.
I don't believe you anymore...I don't believe you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I never found a home inside of you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I gave you all my time.
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