a police man shoved us up the street Singin, "power to the people today!" NYC...NYC...NYC Que pasa Ny?...Que pasa NY? Well we went to max's Kansas City
: What a waste of human power What a waste of human lives, shoot the prisioners in the towers Forthy-three poor widowed wives Media blames it on the
: Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries
: We don't care what flag you're waving We don't even want to know your name We don't care where you're from or where you're going All we know is that
: Woman is the nigger of the world Yes she is...think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it...do something about it We make her paint
: you got to live you got to love you got to be somebody you got to shove but it's so hard, it's really hard sometimes i feel like going down you got
: If you have the luck of the irish, You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have the luck of the irish And you'd wish you was English instead
: We're playing those mind games together Pushing the barriers planting seeds Playing the mind guerrilla Chanting the Mantra peace on earth We all been
: You are my weakness, you are my strength Nothing I have in the world makes better sense Cause I'm the fish and you're the sea When we're together or
: It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stair of breathing air. Let him be, set him free
: (Yoko Ono & John Lennon) (Happy Xmas Kyoko Happy Xmas Julian) So this is Xmas And what have you done Another year over And a new one just begun And
: The years have passed so quickly One thing I've understood I am only learning To tell the trees from wood I know what's coming down And I know where
: (John Lennon) All my little plans and schemes Lost like some forgotten dream Seems like all I really was doing Was waiting for you Just like little
: (Lennon/McCartney) Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to
: From Liverpool to Tokyo What a way to go From distant lands one woman one man Let the four winds blow Three thousand miles over the ocean Three thousand
What a waste of human power What a waste of human lives, shoot the prisioners in the towers Forthy-three poor widowed wives Media blames it on the prisioners
We don't care what flag you're waving We don't even want to know your name We don't care where you're from or where you're going All we know is that