What a waste of human power What a waste of human lives, shoot the prisioners in the towers Forthy-three poor widowed wives Media blames it on the prisioners
We go back in the past just once. You might remember this better than i do, actually. Okay? Something about a "flat top", that's all i know. One, two
We like to do the last number and go and recover. One, two, three, four! You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time; you ain't nothin
karma's gonna get you, it's gonna knock you off your feet. You better recognise your brother, it's ev'ryone you meet. Why in the world are we here? Surely not to live
the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living
It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stair of breathing air. Let him be, set him free Let
If you have the luck of the irish, You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have the luck of the irish And you'd wish you was English instead!
you got to live you got to love you got to be somebody you got to shove but it's so hard, it's really hard sometimes i feel like going down you got to
Simply wonderful to be here! I just wanna tell you how great it is! Is that somebody shoutin' ringo? That was last year or four years ago! Okay! One
Woman is the nigger of the world Yes she is...think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it...do something about it We make her paint
Welcome to the rehearsal! The next song is one of those many songs of ours that get banned. It's something yoko said to me in 1968. It took me till 1970
gotta drink, you gotta do something, you gotta worry. But it's so hard, you know, it's hard, sometimes i feel like going down. You gotta live, you
This is something that happens to all of us...one way or the other. One, two, a one, two, three, four! Temp'rature's risin', fever is high, can't
Er... This song is another song from one of those albums i made since i left the rolling stones. And a lot of people thought it was just about my parents
This is what you call an encore. Er...'cause we've done enough, you gotta be the encore too! All we are saying is give peace a chance. All we are saying
new york city! New york city! New york city! Que pasa, new york? Que pasa, new york? Hey! Ow! Ooh! Well, new york city, babe! New york! New york
the finger on the right note! Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for
im sayin?" "i wus born this way thats why i perform this way" "the rap game is 24hrs but you dont shut down like vegas and new york city" "you never been