Beatle Juice

Hey Jude I've only just myself heard the news Yesterday About the Beatle Bard shot in the back Whilst crossing Abbey Road By a catching coward reading in the rye With a vacant rubber soul Shooting a Revolver And his eyes dimming White Can anybody Help As slowly like gravity the apple dropped Watching report snippets of mourner's by St Pepper placed in charge of crowd control duty yelling at them to "Get Back" "Let him Be" A Hard Day's Night Lies ahead for everyone contemplating Trying to imagine what on earth has become of this world we reside beside each other in When we choose to kill our prophets who's message in only one of peace and love rather than one of waging war instead Because the apple then surely rotten and poison to the the core Hey Eve