Revolver (Live)

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 thres more

Pictures of fields without fences

Her body numbs as he approaches the door

Hey revolver don't mothers make

Good fathers

Revolver