Spite & Malice Lyrics & Chords By Placebo

(Hahaha) 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 queen's left for dead; soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed
Jack is all tragic when he stands alone; feeling demonic, harmonic, and 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 chance, 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 and 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 - Neither friend nor foe, tonight
Revolution. Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
(Revolution)

Cut the deck, the queen's left for dead; soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed
Jack is all tragic when he stands alone; feeling demonic, harmonic, and 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 chance, queen wish you luck

Dope, guns, fucking in the streets - Everything will blow tonight
Revolution. Dope, guns, fucking in the streets - Neither friend nor foe, tonight
Revolution. Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
Revolution. Dope, guns, fucking in the streets