Spite and Malice
Aces take your timeQueens are left for deadJacks can stand in lineAnd touch themselves insteadAces take your pityAnd keep it warm in bedAces take your time
Cut the deckThe queens left for deadSoft and wetScarf tied to the bedJack is all tragicWhen he stands aloneFeeling demonic harmonicAnd in a no-go-zoneYou look well suitedLike you came to winLust, spite and maliceYour degrees of sinCruisin for pityAnd looking as pretty as fuckAce take your time'Cause queen wish you luck
Aces take your timeDraw your final breathJacks are feeling fineThey've clubbed themselves to deathAces take your pityAnd sleep with it insteadAces take your time
You can play your cardI'll hold on to mineTied up in the reasonsAce take your timeLooks turn to loversFlames into firesJack loves his tragedyQueen her desiresYou look well suitedLike you came to winLust, spite and maliceYour degrees of sinWrap me in your traumaAnd I might just give you mineQueen take your chancesAce take your time
Dope, guns, fucking in the streetsRevolution
Everything will blow tonightEither friend or foe tonight