Sympathy For The Celtic Bomber
From The Rolling Stones Sympathy for the Devil
Please allow me to introduce a fellow
He’s a man of wealth and taste
He’s been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's smoke to waste
And he 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 his name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of his game
He stuck around St. Petersburg
When he saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
He rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess his name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of his game, oh yeah
He watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
He shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let him please introduce himself
He’s a man of wealth and taste
And he laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed his name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of his game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed his name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of his game, mm yeah
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Celtic Bomber
'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, mm yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed his name, mm yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of hi game, mm mean it, get down
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Tell me baby, what's his name
Tell me honey, can ya guess his name
Tell me baby, what's his name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oh, right
What's his name
Tell me, baby, what's his name
Tell me, sweetie, what's his name
