Текст песни Placebo - Spite and Malice
Placebo - Spite and Malice слова песни
Текст песни Placebo - Spite and Malice
Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streetsRevolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streetsAces take your timeQueens are left for deadJacks can stand in lineAnd touch themselves insteadAces take your pityAnd keep it warm in bed( )Aces take your timeCut the deckThe queens left for deadSoft and wet, scarf tied to the bedJack is all tragic when he stands aloneFeeling demonic harmonic in a no go zoneYou look well suited like you came to winLust, spite and malice, your degrees of sinCruising for pity and looking pretty as fuckAce take your chancesQueen wish you luckAces take your timeDraw your final breathJacks are feeling fineThey've clubbed themselves to deathAces take your pityYou sleep with it insteadAces take your timeYou can play your card, I'll hold onto mineTied up in the reasons, Ace take your timeLooks turn to lovers, flames into firesJack loves his tragedy, Queen her desiresYou look well suited like you came to winLust, spite and malice, your degrees of sinWrap me in your trauma and I may just give you mineQueen take your chancesAce take your timeDope, guns, fucking in the streetsEverything will blow tonightEither friend or foe, tonightCut the deckThe queens left for deadSoft and wet, scarf tied to the bedJack is all tragic when he stands aloneFeeling demonic harmonic in a no go zoneYou look well suited like you came to winLust, spite and malice, your degrees of sinCruising for pity and looking pretty as fuckAce take your chancesQueen wish you luckDope, guns, fucking in the streetsEverything will blow tonightEither friend or foe, tonight