"Trophy" lyrics

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, oh, so much less than it was worth
And every man that touched it found a heaven on earth

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

The queens and the court jesters clapped, adored
Their hearts swelled to 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
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Creatures of mercy
Shoot, shoot
Shoot them down
And set me free
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
And 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
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Creatures of mercy
Shoot, shoot
Shoot them down
And set me free
Creatures of mercy
Shoot, shoot
Shoot them down
And set me free