Revolver

His spit is worth more than her work
 Pass the purse to the pugilists
 He's a prize-fighter
 And he bought rings and he owns kin
 And now he's swinging
 And now he's the champion
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 Hey, revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
 Revolver
 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 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
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 Yeah!
 Hey, revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
 Revolver
 Hey, revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
 Revolver
 Revolver
 Revolver
 Revolver
 Revolver