Στοίχοι: Placebo. Black Market Music. Spite & Malice.

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 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)
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets, revolution
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets, revolution
(Either friend or foe, tonight)
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets, revolution

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

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