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