Sympathy for the Devil Songtext
von The Indelicates

The country I was born in, it has honeysuckle air
The scented breeze caresses girls with haybele-yellow hair
The satisfied and misty-eyed make sport and marry there
I will meet you at the border in the morning

The land I left is full of love and radiant in spring
The songs are sweet and solemn there and everyone can sing
I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything
I′ll meet you at the border in the morning

The country I was born in, it created me compelled
But all reason is retrospective love, I just rebel
Hang heaven, we can build a better war for us in Hell
And I'll meet you at the border in the morning


I′ve loved you like a clinging fist above the chlorine sea
I've cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties
I'm sorry that I met you, and I′m begging, darling, please
Come meet me at the border in the morning

And all this world′s got nothing in it
No, no, no, no, no
And all this world's got nothing in it
No, no, no

Your eyes are bright like polished jewels
And they cry like raising skin
I will see your will erased, transfigured into sin
I would rip you into pieces and rebuild you from within
I will meet you at the border in the morning

Seen poets and seen singers there, we all tear up the straight
Of better days, happy fields and other shit we hate
Let′s go into the darkness, love, and close our eyes and wait
We are heading for the border in the morning

We are heading for the border in the morning