text: His spit is worth more than her work
  Pass the purse to the pugilists
  Hes a prize-fighter
  And he bought rings and he owns kin
  And now hes swinging
  And now hes the champion
  Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  A spotless domain
  Hides festering hopes, shes certain theres more
  Pictures of fields without fences
  A spotless domain
  Hides festering hopes, shes certain theres 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, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  Yeah
  Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver
  Revolver
  Revolver
  Revolver
  Revolver