John's Lyrics

~Imagine~

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 today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
No religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

~Working Class Hero~

As soon as your born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and dispise a fool
Till you're so fuckin' crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped up on relion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fuckin' peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be

Yes, a working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
if you want to be a hero well just follow me

~Luck of the Irish~

If you had the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!

A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land,
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands!
Goddamn!
Goddamn!

If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrocks all over the world.
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high

In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land,
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland

If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay

Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns,
The world would be one big Blarney stone

Why the hell are the English there anyway!
As they kill with God on their side!
Blame it all on the kids and the IRA!
As the basards commit genocide Aye! Aye!

If you had the luck of the Irish,
You should have the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
And you'd wish you was English instead!
Yes you'd wish you was English instead!