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