Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spite And Malice, artist - Placebo.
Date of issue: 08.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spite And Malice |
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 |
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 |
Revolution |
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Everything will blow tonight |
Revolution |
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Neither friend nor foe, tonight |
Revolution |