Ace of Spades
americas bigest foe of them all
crawled out of his hole
decided to fall
no full house for mister husain
the ace of spades has fallen again
mister insane
no more oin, palices or gold
just a dark damp cell
wet and cold
a head of stories to be told
a long grey beard
boy your gettin old
sad amm huisain
twenty five mill the price on your head
no surprise your guard was mislead
do you think he will buy a new shed
or will it go to his head
mister huisain
do you think you will get to visit the haig
will it be baghdad instead
what about guantanimo
i tell you i hope so
what will they do with the ace of spades
what will they do with sa dam huisain
what will they do with the ace of spades
what will they do with mister huisain
dont you come back mister huisain
just take the blame sad amm insaine
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2009
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