Happiness is a Warm Gun

Don’t think I can’t hear you with the door closed,
You bastard!
Don’t fuck with us,
We were happy on our own.
You can call me whatever you please,
But don’t touch her.
You’ll catch the wrath of my 12 year old self…
stuffed tightly into the shotgun down the hall.
I’ll save us. I’m not scared of you.
Happiness is a warm gun.
Isnt that a song lyric or something?
I cant remember,
But I believe it right now.