Placebo - Spite & Malice (Black Market Music - 2000) | Текст песни

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• Spite & Malice (Black Market Music - 2000)

Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets
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
And 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 as pretty as fuck

Ace takes 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 on to mine
Tied up in the reasons
Ace takes 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 takes your chances
Ace takes your time

Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
Revolution
Everything will blow tonight
Either friend or foe tonight
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
And 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 as pretty as fuck
Ace takes your chances
Queen wish you luck
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
Revolution
Everything will blow tonight
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
Either friend or foe tonight
Revolution
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets