Revolver

His spit is worth more than her work

Pass the purse to the pugilists

But he's a prizefighter

And 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

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