Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets [x2]   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   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 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   Either friend or foe, tonight