Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the [x2] take your time Queens are for dead Jacks can stand in And themselves instead take your pity And keep it in bed Aces your time
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Aces take time Draw final breath Jacks are feeling They've themselves to death Aces take pity You sleep it instead Aces take your
You can play card, I'll hold onto mine Tied up in the reasons, Ace take your Looks turn to lovers, into fires loves his tragedy, Queen her desires You well suited like you came to win Lust, and malice, your degrees of sin Wrap me in your and I may just give you mine Queen take your Ace take time
Dope, guns, in the streets (Revolution) Everything will blow Either or foe, tonight
Cut the The queens left for Soft and wet, tied to the bed Jack is all when he stands alone Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go You well suited like you came to win Lust, spite and malice, your of sin for pity and looking pretty as fuck Ace take your Queen you luck
Dope, guns, fucking in the (Revolution) will blow tonight Either or foe, tonight