Revolver

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