Revolver Lyrics
Pass tha purse to the pugilistsHe's a prizefighterHe bought rings and he owns kinAnd now he's swingin'And now he's the championHey revolver, don't mothers makeGood fathers ?RevolverA spotless domainHides festering hopes she's certain thre's morePictures of fields without fencesHer body numbs as he approaches the doorHey revolver, don't mothers makeGood fathers ?Revolver
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