Trophy

The trophy that I made for us
In fur and gold
Got into the wrong pair of hands
And truth was soldThey bought it for, oh, so much less
Then it was worth
And every man that touched it
Found a heaven on earthHeaven 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 armsThe queens and the court jesters
Clapped, adored
Their hearts swelled to overdrive
And mercy soaredMercy this and mercy that
Let justice prevail
But I just want my trophy back
It's not for saleHeaven 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 armsCreatures of mercy, shoot, shoot
Shoot them down and set me free
Creatures of mercy, shoot, shoot
Shoot them down and set me freeWhen I got my trophy back
It took some time
To polish it to gold from black
And shoot the lionWhen I put it back inside
And locked the door
Our trophy of mercy
Is a trophy no moreHeaven 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 armsCreatures of mercy, shoot, shoot
Shoot them down and set me free
Creatures of mercy, shoot, shoot
Shoot them down and set me free