Ode To Lennon
Like Jesus before you
peace was your dream,
like Mohammad of old,
a brotherhood of man.
Though your intentions were good
they just never understood,
never learned lessons from the past,
blinded were they with confusion.
One late New York night it happened,
a shot rang out and did you in;
the dream's over, rock & roll man,
and violence triumphed in the end.
That night my heart lay bleeding
'cause I just lost a friend,
goodbye to you, rock & roll man,
it's so nice knowing you.
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