| 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 |
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