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