Lo- Lord
The air is foul with the smell of hypocrisy
As bloody armies scream- screams for victory
Lying there in the mire is a mama and child
Their anguished cries trampled by
Boots on either side

Now with bloodshot eyes we look
Out beyond earth's gate
Seeking new planets to plant seeds of hate
Yeah
Progress, it's said, makes for a softer bed
Mmm but no one will lie easy
If everyone lies dead
Now it's time, I think, and
I think you'll agree, oh
To love thy neighbor and set all men free
So take the shackles from the
Wings of the dying dove
And permit her to fly away to peace and love
Yeah

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Tratore
Writer(s): John Winston Lennon, Paul James McCartney