Revolver Rage Against The Machine
Lyrics
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Song lyrics sówka-pójdźka
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 aproaches the door
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver
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 aproaches the door
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver
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