Sympathy For the Devil - The Indelicates

The country I was born in

It has honeysuckle air

The scented breeze caresses girls

With haybell-yellow hair

The satisfied and misty-eyed

Make sport and marry 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 solomn 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 creates and it me compelled

But all reason is retrospective

Love, I just rebel

And 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 chlorine sea

I’ve cut you with a whip

Barbed with 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 all this world’s got nothing in it

No, no, no, no, no

And all this world’s got nothing in it

No, no, no

Your eyes are bright like polished jewels

And they cry like raising skin

I will see your will erased

Transfigured into sin

I will rip you into pieces and rebuild you from within

I will meet you at the border in the morning

See poets and see singers there

We all tear up the straight

Of better days, of 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

We are heading for the border in the morning