Spite And Malice - Placebo

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 queen’s 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 pretty as fuck

Ace take your chance, 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

And 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 — Everything will blow tonight

Revolution

Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Neither friend nor foe, tonight

Revolution

Cut the deck, the queen’s 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 pretty as fuck

Ace take your chance, queen wish you luck

Dope, guns, fucking in the streets

Revolution

Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Everything will blow tonight

Revolution

Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Neither friend nor foe, tonight

Revolution