The Indelicates
Текст песни Sympathy For The Devil

The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air
The scented breeze caresses girls with haybell-yellow hair
The satisfied and misty-eyed make sport and merry 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 sollemn there and everyone can sing
I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything
I will 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
I'll meet you at the border in the morning
I've loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing sea
I've cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties
'm sorry that i met you and i'm begging darling please
Come meet me at the border in the morning
And oh this world's got nothing in it
No, No, No
And oh this world's got nothing in it
No, No, No
Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin
I would see your will erased, transfigured into sin
I would rip you into pieces and re-build you from within
I will meet you at the border in the morning
Sing poets and sing singers at the alter of the straight
Of better days, happy fields, other shit we hate
Lets 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.