Revólver
KITCHEN - Rage Against The Machine Lyrics
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Pass the purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
And he bought 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!
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
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
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Yeah!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver
The lyrics to "Revolver" by Rage Against The Machine reveal themes of gender inequality and the power dynamic in a relationship. The first verse contains lines such as "His spit is worth more than her work" and "Pass the purse to the pugilists", suggesting that the man in the relationship values his own worth over his partner's and is willing to use physical force to maintain his dominance. The repetition of "Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?" could be interpreted as a challenge to societal norms and traditional gender roles.
The second verse portrays a woman trapped in a "spotless domain", with "festering hopes" and "pictures of fields without fences" implying a desire for freedom and escape from her current situation. However, her body numbness as her partner approaches the door suggests a level of fear and powerlessness.
Overall, the song presents a commentary on gender inequality and power dynamics within relationships, calling for change and questioning traditional norms.
Line by Line Meaning
His spit is worth more than her work
The man values his own saliva more than the woman's hard work
Pass the purse to the pugilists
Give the money to the fighters
He's a prizefighter
He's a boxer who fights for money
And he bought rings and he owns kin
He spent his earnings on jewelry and has a family
And now he's swingin'
He's punching someone in a fight
And now he's the champion
He won the fight and is now the winner
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
The singer is questioning why fathers are seen as better parents than mothers
Revolver!
The singer is calling out the title of the song
A spotless domain
Everything looks clean and perfect
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
The woman has secret dreams that she's sure can be accomplished
Pictures of fields without fences
She imagines a world without boundaries or limitations
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
She feels paralyzed and afraid as the man comes closer
As he approaches the door
The man is getting closer to entering the room
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
The singer repeats the question about gender roles in parenting
Revolver!
The singer calls out the song title again
Yeah!
A short exclamation of agreement or enthusiasm
Revolver!
The singer repeats the title again several times
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: Brad J Wilk, Timothy Commerford, Tom Morello, Zack M De La Rocha
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