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