The trophy that I made for us in fur and gold
Got into the wrong pair of hands and [bad word] 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 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
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
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