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