Letra de Revolver - Rage Against The Machine

His spit is worth more then her work
Pass the purse to the puglist
He's a prizefighter
He brought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swinging
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers?
Revolver
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Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of the fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revoler don't mothers make
good fathers?
Revolver