Trophy (feat. Josh T. Pearson)

The trophy that I made for us in fur and gold

Got into the wrong pair of hands, in 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 go from black and shoot the lion

And when I put it back inside, I 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