Ten minutes ago, John Lennon was shot
Fifteen from now he will be dead
Imagine the year is 1980
And you’re trying to wrap that around your head
How would it be to hear an immortal
Had met an utterly pointless death
How would it feel to know
Your hero was drawing his final breath
So we all wear black and congregate
At Strawberry Fields in Central Park
On the 8th of December every year
Thanks to some ******* named Mark
What would the difference be had he have lived
What would the world look like today
Not too much different, but who’s to tell
If we’d all got to hear what ol’ John had to say
Thoughs so sweet
Thoughts so tender
The other day I had a thought
Alas I can't rember
But this a thought I know for sure
Our beloved John and his sweet repore
The thing that I remember dearly
always his impact on me yearly
The man who took him i will not name
For all he wants is the fame
But remember this, this day of mourning
your thoughts are with me always and i will think of you Come the dawning.
Twenty-five years he's been gone
Too many years to remember
So many years without John
Far too many years without him
Would this world be different if he had lived?
Now we will never know
Never a thought for his killer
For he is my greatest foe
A man who could take the life of a hero
Is not a man at all
Anyone who could be that mean and low
Does not deserve his freedom
Our beloved John did not deserve to die
For he was a great man
Every day I ask myself the reason why
It was only for Chapman's pleasure
So every year we gather at Central Park
To remember our hero, John
Only because of a jerk named Mark
Must we feel so alone
John, we will forever be thinking of you
Everything you've done for us
For your work was true
Someday it will be reality
But now we feel the coming of tears
Crying for our loss
They will come for many years
For you will never return to us.
