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
Hey, revolver
Don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festerning 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 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
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
Revolver
Revolver
Revolver
Revolver
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