Revolver-Rage
Against The Machine
HIS SPIT IS WORTH MORE THAN HER WORK
PASS THE PURSE TO THE PUGILIST
HE'S A PRIZE FIGHTER
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
