Rage Against The Machine--Revolver
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha purse to the pugilists
He"s a prizefighter
He bought 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
Hides festering hopes she"s certain thre"s more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, don"t mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver
