Ace of Spades


Where will you find a dic-tater, when he's cast from his ivory tower?

Uprooted from his throne, he'll be hiding all alone, holed up like a sad damn old coward.

In a root cellar's where he will cower

For months they hunted and sought him, they searched everywhere all around.

When finally found, in his hole in the ground, they surrounded his spidery plot,

And dug him up without firing a shot

A dic-tater just doesn't keep well, in a hole way down deep in the ground.

He'll be bearded and ripe, from suckin' air through a pipe, that ace of spades will be smelling quite sour,

And very badly in need of a shower

And how did he keep warm while down there, in his dark dirty place in the sand?

He feathered his nest, with nothing but the best, with a cool ¾s of a mill,

All American one hundred dollar bills.

And when he's tried for the crimes he's committed, no mercy will be handed down.

Then they'll plant him again, right back where they found him, way down deep in a hole in the ground.

So down deep that he'll never be found.


Reggie Miles © 2003