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