Clark "Plazmataz" Powell - Three in the Morning lyrics

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