Song By
Rage Against The MachineArtist Bio Album - N/A In Category : Misc Lyrics Submitted By :
Jan Michaels
Submitted
2008-08-07 16:21:57
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