All we are saying is give peace a chance

 

Eighth of December  nineteen eighty.

John David Chapman took all that’s free.

A shot to the back four times was all it took

And all of the peacemaker went to fuck.

 

I was standing in the kitchen

One Herschel Road, Forrest Hill,

South London with the radio on

When I heard of the shot of the gun.

 

My hands were befitted with gloves

As I washed up the breakfast.

And I whistled a tune that was mine

Listening to radio Caroline.

 

The announcer with broken voice he read

Our lovely John Lennon was dead!

Shot down like a dog in the hotel

Walking to a car how could it be?

 

He’d sang all his love for everyone.

He’d sang and stood naked with his love.

Yoko was there, “oh god please help”!.

There’s blood flowing slowly “oh god please help”!

 

The radio played a track to honour him then.

My hands stood still in the sink.

I was looking out at the garden green and a tree

I couldn’t believe what was staring at me.

 

The tears began and run down freely.

The water in the sink was growing cold

Our John was gone he’d never be old.

He was the one whose voice always told.

 

“Starting over” went to number one

Its how we honoured our honourable son

 

His ashes are in the strawberry fields

Put there by a fan with emotional needs.

Go see him in Central Park.

But be prepared its always gonna be dark.