Sympathy For The Devil Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersberg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Czar 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, oh yeah What's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While 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 laid traps for troubadors Who get killed before they reached Bombay (Bombay is the word I found listed on all of the lyrics pages I found, but the actual lyric on the soundtrack sounds as if it has more syllables than that, to me - DA) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just 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 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, baby guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah (studio chatter) "Milk Boy! Save Us Milk Boy!" "Don't forget to drink your milk."
Hippies don't spit on others. Don't listen to the ingrates who put down soldiers. If there weren't soldiers out fighting for our liberties and our democracy, there wouldn't be any hippies. How many folks from China, N. Korea, or Vietnam do you see on the internet voicing their disdain for the system? Right.... none, zero, zilch, nada. Our soldiers are out there putting their lives on the line so fruits and nuts can shoot their mouths off while sitting in their easy chair. Fawking losers.
I've always felt horrible about the way the vets were treated. Just because you don't agree with someone doesn't mean you have the right to assault them. Not to mention, mind you, some were DRAFTED to war. You'd be amazed what you'd do in a situation like that. I don't believe that any human has the right to kill another human. Would I kill in war? I doubt it. Would I SPIT on anyone? HELL NO. Do I feel anger toward soldiers? No, I certainly do not.
H, Have ya'll heard of "Psy War"? Well that's where this urban myth came from. Oh it did happen-but the perps were not "Hippies." Look beyond the BS, Tundrahopper
Hey Tund, actually most of the people i knew on the street were too busy trying to survive to worry about this crap.
Ahm.. I read only first 2 pages. Could you please explain me what it means to send you in the jail if you don't obey. How long will you be in jail and would you be in extra bad conditions or what? Or maybe you won't have job opportunities after you leave the jail.. ??