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Artist: Rage Against The Machine His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter 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! (Guitar solo) Yeah! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! More Rage Against The Machine lyrics Most popular songs by Rage Against The MachineKilling In The NameGuerrilla Radio Bombtrack Know Your Enemy Wake Up Sleep Now In The Fire Testify Bulls On Parade Freedom Bullet In The Head
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