Death Letter
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
He don't give a hoot of warning
Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cock'rel crows
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Talkin' about the midnight gambl
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
He don't give a hoot of warning
Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cock'rel crows
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Talkin' about the midnight gambl
Sell Your Soul
Sunsets fade to night
and flowers die away,
the world is turning 'round
and you are turning grey,
money burns a hole
inside the wealthy's heads.
why do you insist
pretending you're not dead?
:chorus:
Sell your soul, sell your soul for
Sell your soul, sell your soul for free.
Bottles always empty,
leaves their prey alone.
lovers often leave you
waiting by the phone.
nothing seems to satisfy
the need for peace.
Jesus stands before you
wanting you to see.