Rage Against The Machine – Revolver Lyrics  Share

His spit is worth more then her work
Pass the purse to the puglist
He^,s a prizefighter
He brought rings and he owns kin
And now he^,s swinging
And now he^,s the champion
Hey revolver, don^,t mothers make
Good fathers?
Revolver
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A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she^,s certain there^,s more
Pictures of the fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revoler don^,t mothers make
good fathers?
Revolver
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