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Sympathy For The Devil Medium
by Guns N' Roses
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Please me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've for long, long year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made Pilate
his and his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the and his ministers
Anastasia in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
I watched with while your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me myself
I'm a man of and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As is just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
sympathy and taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've for long, long year
Stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around when Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made Pilate
his and his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the and his ministers
Anastasia in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg and the bodies stank
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the of my game
I watched with while your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When all it was you and me
So let me myself
I'm a man of and taste
And I lay for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
you my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As is just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have courtesy
sympathy and taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
...
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