Rage Against The Machine Lyrics
4. Revolver
His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter And 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! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences Her body numbs as he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Yeah! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver
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