John Lennon

I keep hearing that the end is nearing
Every other week there’s another killing
John Lennon tried
to help stop the killing
The sorry thing is that nobody listened
The city and the country they divided
They’re pointing their fingers
They’re calling each other liars
And it’s a shame
Trading on Jesus’ name and since
To angels of Able and Cain
Pleasure and pain
Heroin and cocaine
The father’s insane
The son’s is kind of strange
The self afflicted shotgun
Blast in his veins
These crocked politicians
They’re ordering the killing
Of innocent civilians
They built another prison
For the children to fill up