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 there's more pictures of fields without fences
her body numbs as he approaches the door
hey revolver
don't mothers make good fathers?
revolver