Rage Against The Machine "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 Hiders festerning 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 As he approaches Hey revolver Don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |