Indelicates Sympathy For The Devil
The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air
The scented breeze caressed girls with hay-bale 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 solemn there and everyone can sing
I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything
I’ll 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
And 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 of a thousand cruelties
I’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, no
And oh this world’s got nothing in it, no, no, no, no
Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin
I would your will erased transfigured into sin
I would rip you into pieces and rebuild you from within
I will meet you at the border in the morning
Sing poets and sing singers at the altar of the straight
Of better days, happy fields, and other shit we hate
Let’s go into the darkness love, and close our eyes and wait
We are heading for the border in the morning (x2)
