Spite and Malice

Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can stand in line And touch themselves instead Aces take your pity And keep it warm in bed Aces take your time Cut the deck The queens left for dead Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed Jack is all tragic when he stands alone Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone You look well suited like you came to win Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck Ace take your chances Queen wish you luck Aces take your time Draw your final breath Jacks are feeling fine They've clubbed themselves to death Aces take your pity You sleep with it instead Aces take your time You can play your card, I'll hold onto mine Tied up in the reasons, Ace take your time Looks turn to lovers, flames into fires Jack loves his tragedy, Queen her desires You look well suited like you came to win Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin Wrap me in your trauma and I may just give you mine Queen take your chances Ace take your time Dope, guns, fucking in the streets Everything will blow tonight Either friend or foe, tonight Cut the deck The queens left for dead Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed Jack is all tragic when he stands alone Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone You look well suited like you came to win Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck Ace take your chances Queen wish you luck Dope, guns, fucking in the streets Everything will blow tonight Either friend or foe, tonight