| Half cocked and fully loaded |
| Not even trying to sugar coat it You’re aimed to me But you’re shootin' blanks |
| And it doesn’t hurt thanks but no thanks |
| But it’s a matter of time |
| Till you get yours, and I get mine |
| It might not be me But you’re gonna answer to Somebody — Revolver |
| You’ve got one foot in your mouth, |
| And one foot in the grave |
| You were diggin' a hole, |
| And now you’re diggin' a cave |
| But it’s not gonna be so funny anymore |
| By the time you wake up Sobered up and sore |
| But it’s a matter of time |
| Till you get yours, and I get mine |
| It might not be me But you’re gonna answer to Somebody — Revolver |
| I left my comebacks at the door |
| I didn’t know what I was in for |
| You’re deeper than you’ve |
| Ever been before |
| You’re deeper than you’ve |
| Ever been before |
| You’ve got one foot in your mouth, |
| And one foot in the grave |
| You were diggin' a hole, |
| And now you’re diggin' a cave |
| But it’s a matter of time |
| Till you get yours, and I get mine |
| It might not be me But you’re gonna answer to Somebody — Revolver |
| Revolver |