This song is about the murder of John Lennon as seen through the eyes of killer Mark David Chapman, done by Norwegian Band Gazpacho. St John got gunned down with a cold 38 Why dont we pin him to the sky The rarest of the specimens are neatly locked away Its all in my collection... Its all in my collection... You know that bird has flown Can you forgive? A bird youll never own And your love is a graveyard where the grasses grow low All the people that lie here knew just what you know If your shovel is a shot glass and you drink your own toast Youre living your life as a ghost, a ghost, a ghost See the love is a playground where the grasses grow low All the people that lie here reap just what they sow If your shovel is a shot glass and you drink your own toast Youre living your life as a ghost, a ghost, a ghost When your will is gone and dreams will erase While youre hanging on by your fingernails When your will is gone and dreams will erase While youre hanging on by your fingernails While youre hanging on.. Bring out your finest wines your holy shrines and let them go Freed from the chains of what has remained of a life that you dont wanna know The bass and the drums will hammer it home with their marching band of the proud Celebrate ages, all life stages, seas and the winds and the clouds The messages been written from your prison, see what tomorrow will be See what tomorrow will be See what tomorrow.. Got every reason to believe that all must decide to break free Was it a tantrum when you said that all the laughs were on me Then Ill know my bet will win when the saints go marching in Then Ill know my bet will win when the saints go marching in Go marching in https://youtube/watch?v=EO22zDH7Ino
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 09:54:41 +0000
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