Revolver

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 spotless domain

Hiders festerning 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 the door

As he approaches



Hey revolver

Don't mothers make good fathers?

Revolver!