His spit is worth more than her work
Pa$$ the purse to the pugilists
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!
(Guitar solo)
Yeah!
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!