Sympathy for the Devil --- The Rolling Stones
[E]Please allow me
to intro-[D]duce myself. I’m a [A]man
of wealth and [E]taste.
I’ve been around for a [D]long,
long year. Stole [A]many a man’s soul and
[E]faith.
And I was ‘round when [D]Jesus
Christ had His [A]moment of doubt and [E]pain.
Made damn sure that [D]Pilate
washed his [A]hands and sealed his [E]fate.
[Bvii]Pleased
to meet you. [E]Hope you guess my name
But what’s [Esus4]
puzzling you is the [E]nature of
my game.
[E]Stuck around St.
[D]Petersburg when I [A]saw
it was a time for a [E]change.
Killed the Czar and his [D]ministers;
Ana-[A]stasia screamed in [E]vain.
I [D]rode a tank,
held a [A]general’s [E]rank,
When the [D]blitzkrieg
raged and the [A]bodies [E]stank.
[Bvii]Pleased
to meet you. [E]Hope you guess my name
But what’s [Esus4]
puzzling you is the [E]nature of
my game.
I [E]watched with
glee while your [D]kings and queens
fought for [A]ten decades for the gods
they [E]made.
I shouted out [D]“Who
killed the Kennedys” when [A]after all it
was you and [E]me.
Let me please intro-[D]duce
myself, I’m a [A]man of wealth and [E]taste.
And I lay traps for [D]troubadours
who get [A]killed before they reach Bom-[E]bay.
[Bvii]Pleased
to meet you. [E]Hope you guess my name
But what’s [Esus4]
confusing you is the [E]nature of
my game.
Just as [E]every cop
is a [D]criminal, and [A]all
the sinners, [E]saints.
As heads is tails, just call me [D]Lucifer,
‘cause I’m in [A]need of some re-[E]straint.
So if you meet me have some [D]courtesy,
have some [A]sympathy and some [E]taste.
Use all your well-learned [D]politesse,
or I’ll [A]lay your soul to [E]waste.
[Bvii]Pleased
to meet you. [E]Hope you guess my name
But what’s [Esus4]
puzzling you is the [E]nature of
my game.