Songtext von Revolver

His spit Is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists A-he's a prize-fighter 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 Yeah! Hey revolver Don't mothers Make good fathers? Revolver Hey revolver Don't mothers Make good fathers? Revolver Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver!