The Indelicates - Sympathy For The Devil lyrics

The country I was born in it has honeys**le 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 j**els 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 sh** 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