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