Artist：rage against the machine
Songs Title：revolver

His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha purse to the pugilists

Hes a prizefighter

He bought rings and he owns kin

And now hes swingin

And now hes the champion

Hey revolver, dont mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver

A spotless domain

Hides festering hopes shes certain thres more

Pictures of fields without fences

Her body numbs as he approaches the door

Hey revolver, dont mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver