Rage Against the Machine Lyrics
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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 SPOTLESS DOMAIN HIDES FESTERING 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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