Sympathy For The Devil
Jagger, Richards / The Rolling Stones
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| Please allow me to intro | duce myself, I'm a | man of wealth and | taste. |
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| I've been around for | long, long years, stolen | many a man's soul and | faith. |
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| I was 'round when | Jesus Christ had his | moments of doubt and | pain. |
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| Made damn' sure that | Pilate washed his | hands and sealed his | fate. |
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| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my | name, |
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| But what's | puzzling you is the nature of my | game! |
| I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was the time for a change. |
| Killed the Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. |
| I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged, and the bodies stank. |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
| I watched with glee how your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made. |
| I shouted out: "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all, it was you and me. |
| Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, |
| And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay. |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
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| ( | so | lo) |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
| Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints. |
| As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cos I'm in need of some restraint. |
| So if you meet me have some courtesy, have sympathy and some taste. |
| Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste. |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
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| ( | so | lo) |