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    "Spite & Malice" Lyrics

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    Album:
    track 4
    Black Market Music [2000]
    track 4 on disc 3
    Box Set [2009]
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    Duration:00:03:38
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    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
    Everything will blow tonight
    Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets
    Either friend or foe, tonight
    Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets

    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
    Everything will blow tonight
    Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets
    Either friend or foe, tonight
    Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Brian Molko, Justin Warfield, Stefan Olsdal, Steven Hewitt.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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