Sympathy for the Devil - Suburban Syndicate



     
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Sympathy for the Devil Lyrics


Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste
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 what's 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 general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(Woo woo, woo woo)
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(Woo woo, woo woo)
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(Who who, who who)
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(Woo woo, who who)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(Who who, who who)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(Woo woo, who who)
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(Who who, who who)
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(Woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah
(Woo woo, woo woo)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah
(Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down
(Woo woo, woo woo)
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(Woo woo)
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oh, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo
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written by JAGGER, MICK / RICHARDS, KEITH
Lyrics © ABKCO Music Inc.

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Suburban Syndicate originated in Detroit, at the vanguard of a wave of young, hard-working artists emerging from a region noted for its diverse and fertile musical environment. The individual member's eclectic musical backgrounds bond together cohesively as a unit, resulting in Suburban Syndicate's distinct sound – one that embraces a variety of musical genres and blends them into their own unique sonic offering. There are often parallels drawn by fans and peers alike, between Suburban Syndicate and notable groups who have come before, such as the Beastie Boys.

Suburban Syndicate exploded onto the musical radar and began to immediately attract attention both locally and nationally, rocketing to the top positions on sites such as ReverbNation and proving beyond a doubt they were a force to be reckoned with. The results of their efforts were recognized by Grammy Award winning producer Steve King (The Eminem Show), who has since become the band's Head Engineer. Suburban Syndicate's remix of Lil Wayne's "6ft 7ft" garnered 36,000 downloads in a mere three days time. They have consistently broken records daily for votes received as participants in Ernie Ball's Battle of the Bands, while vying for a slot on the 2012 Van's Warped Tour. Their intense, energetic live performances have earned them a large and devoted fan base that continues to swell with each subsequent song and video release.

Now based in Nashville, the group is poised to advance to the next phase of their career with the ultimate goal of world domination.

The members of Suburban Syndicate are:

DeadleeMC (Jeremy Stewart) - Killer timing and stage presence are both trademarks of DeadleeMC. His clever lyrics, commanding personality and wry sense of humor - coupled with high-energy vocal delivery - make DeadleeMC a force behind the microphone.

LilMor (Anthony Morales) - Delivering hard-hitting, powerful, chorus hooks over heavy bass lines - he runs the gamut of what is hot in rap currently. LilMor moves effortlessly amongst a multitude of vocal delivery styles, augmented by his smooth-as-silk voice. This bi-lingual dynamo is equally at ease spitting his infectious hooks in English or Spanish.

Quicksta (Kenny Quick) - Possessing a remarkably broad vocal range, Quicksta regularly delivers his lyrics in a multitude of styles - from a low, dramatic baritone to a high-pitched squeek. Quicksta’s one-liners as well as his ability to mimic others' voices add a welcome comic dynamic to Suburban Syndicate.

Mr. Black (Nick King) - Accomplished drummer, producer and international man of mystery. The enigmatic Renaissance Man that is Mr. Black unquestionably shines by his own light - which is crystal clear in his stellar drumming and production work on Suburban Syndicate's tracks. This master of all things technical wears a specially designed suit of his own design, that nullifies light rays - maintaining his anonymity and keeping his identity obscured in a veil of shadow.

Jake “The Jackal” Orr - Classically trained and hailing from a family with an extensive musical background, Jake Orr was the textbook child prodigy, who began honing his skills as a guitar purest at an extremely young age. Establishing himself as one of the most well respected and sought-after guitarists in the Detroit metal scene, he also enjoys a well deserved reputation as a “player's player”.

The Butcher - Infamous meta-physician and veteran of Detroit's Gothic/Industrial underground. Notable for his series of “Lidernachte” experiments using sound based on Fibonacci sequences and algorithmic formulae targeting the brain's pleasure centers. Use of these techniques was deemed “sadistic and unethical” as they resulted in expansion of sensation to a point of sensory overload. The Butcher wears a mask over the lower half of his face to conceal damage resulting from a disfiguring accident occurring inside the ballroom of the Leland building in 1996. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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