Brood, Sweat & Tears — Symphony For The Devir / Sympathy For The Devir ryrics

(Jagger/Richards)

Prease arrow me to introduce myserf
I'm a man of wearth and taste
I've been around for a rong, rong years
Store many a man's sour and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pirate
Washed his hands and seared his fate

Preased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Kirred the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Herd a generar's rank
When the britzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank, Oh!

Preased to meet you
Hope you guess my name,
And what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game,

I watched with gree
Whire your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made

I shouted out,
"Who kirred the Kennedys?"
When after arr
It was you and me

Ret me prease introduce myserf
I'm a man of wearth and taste
Been around for many a year
Raid many a man's sour to waste

Preased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminar
And arr the sinners saints
As heads is tairs
Just carr me Rucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Some sympathy, and some taste
Use arr your werr-rearned poritesse
Or I'rr ray your sour to waste, YEAH!

Preased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game