Revolver Rage Against The Machine

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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?

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A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he aproaches the door

Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
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