SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL; an elias michael morgan playlist.
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i. sympathy for the devil||the rolling stones.
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
ii. ain’t no rest for the wicked||cage the elephant.
Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know, I wish I could Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good
iii. the devil you know||x ambassadors
It's better to know the Devil you know The Devil you don't 'Cause wherever you go, wherever you go With the Devil you know you'r never alone It's better to know the Devil you know The Devil you don't
IV. way down we go||kaleo
Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserveAnd way down we go Way down we go Say way down we go Way down we go
V. don’t threaten me with a good time|| panic! at the disco
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarmThis night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe" Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
VI. creep||radiohead
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong hereI don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I wanna a perfect body I wanna a perfect soul
VII. sinnerman||nina simone
Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All on that day
VIII. hard to love||the mowglis
I'm a little bit hard to love I think I do that on purpose I know I don't give you much I know it makes you nervous And I don't wanna work you up Don't want you to find out down the line So I'm just gonna say this once Baby I'm a little bit hard to love
IX. angel of small death and the codeine scene||hozier
I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Looks like a strain to the arms it were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me
X. call me devil|| friends in tokyo.
I aint no angel Don't got no haloI Cut off my wings Made my momma scream Im your darkest dream ...
They call me devil And you should be afraid














