Sympathy for the Devil

Sympathy for the Devil es el título de una canción de The Rolling Stones. El tema abría el álbum Beggars Banquet, publicado por el grupo en el año 1968. En el año 2004, la revista Rolling Stone incluyó a la canción en el puesto 32 en su Lista de Rolling Stone de las 500 canciones más grandes de la historia.

En diciembre del año 1969, la canción volvería al ojo del huracán tras el concierto gratuito que el grupo ofreció en Altamont, California. Lo que pretendía ser la respuesta al Festival de Woodstock acabó convertido en un caos debido a la contratación de una banda de motoristas, los Ángeles del Infierno, como encargados de la seguridad. Mientras el grupo interpretaba Sympathy for the Devil comenzó un altercado delante del escenario, que acabaría con la muerte del joven Meredith Hunter a manos de los Ángeles. Aunque en realidad la muerte se produjo mientras el grupo interpretaba Under My Thumb,[11] [12] Sympathy fue el tema que se vio salpicado por esta tragedia, lo que llevó al grupo a no volver a interpretarlo durante ocho años.

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Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around 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

Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals 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

I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
it was you and me
Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is 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 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
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game