Pictures of the Seventies

I saw pictures of the Seventies
I saw Lennon on a plane
Revolution and the new machine
I saw Richard Nixon wringing out his hands 'cause nothings changed
They're still fucking in The Killing Fields
There's still napalm in the rain
There's a tax on almost everything
Say again John Lennon; only Rock and Roll will die in vain
I saw pictures of a wedding day
Saw my mother in her dress
I saw Grandpa's beaming, hopeful face
I don't need a reason; love and love alone will pave the way
She is dancing down the runway pleased
She will marry him and fall
With electricity and autumn ease
There's my Grandma poised to give away their daughter by the wall
Skip to Grandpa on a blood machine
They know Grandma on the ward
I've got money. I've got everything
But my brain knows better, 'All We Need Is Love' won't stop it all
In here where money doesn't help
My head is heavy. Can you hold it up?
Ten Thirty and the nurse would like to see you if you're well enough?
Man, they want you to say some words
Now at the table there's a space
And I'm not ready for a eulogy; I'm not ready for the next few days
They're still fucking in The Killing Fields
But The Ogre changed his name
I saw Lennon promising me peace
Even he knew better, Rock and Roll could barely stand the rain
She leant in and kissed the harrow from his face
Tell me Lennon did we make it out OK?
She leant in and kissed the harrow from his face
Tell me Lennon did we make it out OK?



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Writer(s): Liam Davies, Luke Shields, Reece Choucair, Ryan Shields
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