Three in the morning
it's cold and it's dark
and this game is about to start


You haven't got a heart,
have you, Spades?

Considering all those people
you've put into their graves


It seems to me
those in the bourgeoisie
are aiming to be

the ones who run this town

Broken clocks, fading lives, and

the Midnight Crew, here to play their hand

So, how many of you are ready to watch your worlds fade to black?

Doesn't matter, anyway --
just thought I would ask
out of courtesy, between you and me

because Mr. Spades Slick won't be showing you any of that
Mr. Spades Slick would rather stick a knife in your back


I don't think you know
what's really going on behind the scenes of this show