Blackhearts and Jaded Spades

In the subways the creatures crawl to the sound of music Of hunger and pain Urban wasteland of human suffering The new disease Microchips in your brain Bridge You got the money We got the muscle You call it murder Well it's just another hustle Is this murder or some high street funky hustle Chorus Blackhearts and jaded spades Street rats and jungle raids Blackhearts and jaded spades Hot shots in 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 Bridge Chorus Solo Chorus