His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilist
He’s a prizefighter
He brought rings and he owns kin
And now he’s swingin’
And now he’s the champion
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver
A potless domain
Hiders festerning hopes she’s certain there’s more
pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha purse to the pugilists
He’s a prizefighter
He bought rings and he owns kin
And now he’s swingin’
And now he’s the champion
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she’s certain thre’s more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver
Small groove thing invades my veins
Soul deserts and leaves this chain
Here she’s coming to me
Revolver excludes this community
Small groove thing take off my chains
Hoover will soften my pain
Here she’s coming to you
Floating on a white caribou
Small groove thing invades my veins
Soul deserts and leaves this chain
Small groove thing take off my chains
Hoover will soften my pain
Here she’s coming to me
Revolver excludes this community
Here she’s coming to you
Floating on a white caribou
