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