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Spite & Malice


Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets 
Aces take your time 
Queens are left for dead 
Jacks can stand in line 
And touch themselves instead 
Aces take your pity 
And keep it warm in bed 
Aces take your time 

Cut the deck 
The queens left for dead 
Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed 
Jack is all tragic when he stands alone 
Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone 
You look well suited like you came to win 
Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin 
Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck 
Ace take your chances 
Queen wish you luck 

Aces take your time 
Draw your final breath 
Jacks are feeling fine 
They've clubbed themselves to death 
Aces take your pity 
You sleep with it instead 
Aces take your time 

You can play your card, I'll hold onto mine 
Tied up in the reasons, Ace take your time 
Looks turn to lovers, flames into fires 
Jack loves his tragedy, Queen her desires 
You look well suited like you came to win 
Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin 
Wrap me in your trauma and I may just give you mine 
Queen take your chances 
Ace take your time 

Dope, guns, fucking in the streets (Revolution) 
Everything will blow tonight 
Either friend or foe, tonight