It was thirty six years ago today Sergeant Pepper has nothing more to say He never did go out of style But a bullet erased his smile
They blew his mind out on the streets He didn’t notice that the times had changed A crowd of people turned and stared They wondered who they should blame
He laid his heart in the fields His mind protected from hate Strawberries will forever grieve Over the violence of his fate
We played his mind games While he gave peace a chance Why didn’t we know it was real? His feelings not a song and dance
Will we ever come together? Dreams are like diamonds in the sky He asked that we join him Though love and peace had to die
Another man of peace they had to **** We cried even though it was God's will I'd love to turn you on to him again Come together, find a new friend
Number... number nine... number nine We're talking evolution not revolution Number nine... number nine... number nine Never forget to imagine the solution
He was murdered thirty years ago today. I'm 59. The Beatles were everything. It's hard to imagine it but we all felt connected when they were together and then they took him away