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