Revolver
She asks if we’re on it right
So answer promptly now
In a room where everything is black and white
With shades of grey

I guess that I would be
I guess that I would be
I guess that I would be

The Revolver!
The Revolver!
The Revolver!
The Revolver!

We’ve come to destroy and we’re taking it easy on you

I’ll be a martyr for no one
A saint without a name
And though it feels each day is like a fever dream
Maybe something will just turn out right
I guess that I would be
I guess that I would be
I guess that I would be

The Revolver!
The Revolver!
The Revolver!
The Revolver!

We’ve made up our minds and we’re gonna forget you now

No one has my love, like you do
I can’t stand you, much less tolerate you
No one has my love, like you do
How can you judge me, when you don’t even know me?