Trophy

The trophy that I made for us
In fur and gold
Got into the wrong pair of hands
And truth was sold
They bought for it for 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 into
Overdrive a 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

And 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
I locked the door
Our 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