Lyrics
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
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
