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Sympathy For The Devil
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I 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 my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame-= Hoy Pagas Tus Caprichos =-
-= Y Tu Desamor =-
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Danza De Los Muertos Pobres
Prócer el que mata, santo el que no goza,
macho el que no siente, ****** el que llora,
discreto el que no se ríe, decente el que no baila,
y es bueno el que obedece;
obedecí y me fuí a la cama.
Y soñé que a un cementerio yo fui a bailar
Y cabecié una mina del nicho cuatro,
ella bailaba en Ferrasco Velero,
y me llevó al programa "Venga a bailar patrona"
Y una danza, venganza de los pobres
que hechizó a los fiambres que murieron sin pan,
movían locamente sus caderas, ¡corten! ¡corten!,
no los dejen mover...
La cola pa'ca balanceando,
La cola pa'ya,que se mueve.
La cola pa'ca balanceando,
La cola pa'ya.
Así es más fácil, me vienen ganas de empezar a amarme,
quiero dejar este cuerpo que está muerto de nacionalidad.
El alma se muere en el sarcófago de la elegancia.
No queremos ser muertos, obscenos, no,
las autoridades no nos vayan a sancionar,
pero la pelvis se mueve, se mueve
se mueve, se mueve en forma indecente
con esta danza nos van a torturar.
Las ligas de moral modificadas
comenzaron nuevamente a sugerir morales,
allanaron bóvedas para picanearnos
y la picana no podía picar, por que mueve...
La cola pa'ca balanceando,
La cola pa'ya,que se mueve.
La cola pa'ca balanceando,
La cola pa'ya.
Prócer el que mata, santo el que no goza,
macho el que no siente, ****** el que llora,
discreto el que no se rie, decente el que no baila,
y es bueno el que obedece, y subversivo el que no se la banca.-= Hoy Pagas Tus Caprichos =-
-= Y Tu Desamor =-
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