| Fair haired lady and the suicide king |
| Kill the brother of the one eyed jack |
| Two side of shady as the angels sing |
| That the jack ain’t coming back |
| Double down hide as the preacher folds |
| And you sweat right out of your clothes |
| Aces higher than the suicide king |
| With a pair right under his nose |
| Dead pan, poker face, where you lie |
| The angels sing the same |
| Hey man, choker taste where you die |
| Carving out your given name |
| Drive a spade right through your heart |
| Or a chance just being alive |
| Is it murder, right handed, art |
| Is it real or all contrived |
| God help you |
| All bets are taken, this table is closed |
| While outside they’re shaking him out of his clothes |
| It’s a disgrace |
| Get down on the dead |
| They been taking over the graveyards |
| You gotta play the ace |
| Get down on your head |
| It’s been overriding the good cards |
| Gotta play the ace |
| Green-eyed monster got the twinkle right |
| Got the evil in his eye |
| One sick as a dog looks a little tight |
| He can’t breathe, he gonna die |
| As you pound your fist in anger |
| Words sharper than a blade |
| But the green-eyed monster is a sure motherfucker |
| As he plays I tout in spades |
| God help him |
| All bets are taken, this table is closed |
| While outside they’re shaking him out of his clothes |
| It’s a mistake |
| Blame it on the dead |
| They been taking over the graveyards |
| Play the ace |
| Blame it on your head |
| It’s been overriding the good card |
| Play the ace |
| See it, raise it, call it, show |
| In a sinner’s room of liars |
| In the all time hell bound race |
| And the devil, he’s on fire |
| As the band played on the ace |
| The ace |
| See it, raise it, call it, show |
| The dead sit lifeless in the chair they chose |
| It’s a national disgrace |
| The green-eyed monster got a real bad dose |
| As the band |
| Played on the ace |
| Play the ace |
| Play the ace |
| Play the ace |
| Play the ace |
| Play the ace |