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Lennon John York

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

We like to do the last number and go and recover. One, two, three, four! You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time; you ain't nothin

Oh no, no, no, no! Let us play, the choir comes in on time. If you know the song, join in 'cause we're all alone up here. I'm only just beginning to

It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let

in drag!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York

Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the Free Derry air Is there any one amongst you

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 to

There may not be much difference Between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon If we strip them naked There may not be much difference Between Marilyn Monroe