Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spite And Malice , by - Placebo. Release date: 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 |