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Blackhearts And Jaded Spades Lyrics
In the subway, the creatures crawl to
The sound of music of hunger and pain
Urban wasteland of human suffering
The new disease micro chips in your brain
You got the money, we got the muscle
You call it murder when it's just another hustle
Is this murder or some High Street funky hustle?
Blackhearts And Jaded Spades
Street rats and jungle raids
Blackhearts And Jaded Spades
Hot shots and mirror shades
Run for cover, my gypsy lover
Your fatal kiss burns like fire and flame
Called survival and you're my rival
No shotgun wedding will save you the shame
You got the money, we got the muscle
You call it murder when it's just another hustle
Is this murder or some High Street funky hustle?
Blackhearts And Jaded Spades
Street rats and jungle raids
Blackhearts And Jaded Spades
Hot shots and mirror shades
Blackhearts!
The sound of music of hunger and pain
Urban wasteland of human suffering
The new disease micro chips in your brain
You call it murder when it's just another hustle
Is this murder or some High Street funky hustle?
Street rats and jungle raids
Blackhearts And Jaded Spades
Hot shots and mirror shades
Your fatal kiss burns like fire and flame
Called survival and you're my rival
No shotgun wedding will save you the shame
You call it murder when it's just another hustle
Is this murder or some High Street funky hustle?
Street rats and jungle raids
Blackhearts And Jaded Spades
Hot shots and mirror shades
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