Revolver

his spit is worth more than her work
pass the 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, dont mothers make good fathers?
revolver

a spotless domain
hides festering hopes
shes certain there's more
pictures of fields without fences
her body numbs as he approaches the door

hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers?
revolver