The trophy that I made for us in fur and gold, got into the wrong pair of hands and truth was sold. They bought it for so much less than it was worth. And everyone that touched it
found a heaven on earth. Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms.
The queens and the court jesters clapped, adored. Their hearts swelled into overdrive and mercy soared. Mercy this and mercy that let justice prevail. But I just want my trophy back, it's not for sale. Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms.
Creatures of mercy, shoot shoot. Shoot them down and set me free.
When I got my trophy back, it took some time to polish it to gold from black and shoot the lion. When I put it back inside
and locked the door. A trophy of mercy is a trophy no more. Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms.
TREAT ME LIKE YOUR MOTHER
So I'll be sailing on //
Out into Bermuda blue //
Compass needle breaks //
Like the heart I gave to you //
I've been laying down in the devils lair //
Sailing into the sun I'll be baptized there //
