Golden Slumbers

Once there was a way to give back land
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will bomb your house bye-bye

Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Missiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will bomb your house bye-bye

Once there was a way to make peace
Once there was a way to embrace hope
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will bomb your house bye-bye

You never give me your country
You only give me your funny paper
and in the middle of negotiations
you break down

I’ll never give you my country
I’ll only give you my situation
and in the middle of investigation
I break down

Out of ideas, hopes all spent
See no future, pay no rent
All shelters gone, nowhere to go
Many homes got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Smoke risin’ slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that awful feeling, nowhere to go
Oh, that awful feeling
Nowhere to go

Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

~Z
(without permission from the Fab Four)