Revolver


                                  His spit
                         Is worth more than her work

                       Pass the purse to the pugilist

                             He's a prizefighter
                      He brought 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

                              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 the door

                                Hey revolver
                                Don't mothers
                             Make good fathers?
                                  Revolver