Spite & Malice Placebo (Ft. Justin Warfield)

[Intro: Justin Warfield]
Revolution
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
Revolution
Dope, guns, fucking in the streets

[Verse 1: Brian Molko]
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

[Bridge 1: Justin Warfield]
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

[Verse 2: Brian Molko]
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