Raise hell - Revolver Lyrics

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 thre s more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, don t mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver

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