Текст (слова) песни: Rage Against The Machine - Revolver
His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilist He`s a prizefighter He brought 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 potless domain Hiders festerning hopes she`s certain there`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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