作词 : Ellsworth, Verni | |
Fair haired lady and the suicide king | |
Kill the brother of the one eyed jack | |
Two sides 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 mother****er | |
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 |
zuo ci : Ellsworth, Verni | |
Fair haired lady and the suicide king | |
Kill the brother of the one eyed jack | |
Two sides 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 | |
Greeneyed 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 greeneyed monster is a sure mother er | |
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 greeneyed 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 |
zuò cí : Ellsworth, Verni | |
Fair haired lady and the suicide king | |
Kill the brother of the one eyed jack | |
Two sides 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 | |
Greeneyed 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 greeneyed monster is a sure mother er | |
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 greeneyed 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 |