imagine early morning snow and sleet

"in the middle of a dream, in the middle of a dream i call your name"...twenty five years to the day...here's to all you peace loving fucks that are pushing for something better than what we have...because what we have is the hell of ages...the pulseless zombies...last year's news...ive lived with the gutter swine and the pompous savages...ive listened to the neverending stories of the privileged...ive been the monster...ive been the saint...and in the end i have to wonder about this place...if it is all on the up and up...why is there neverending suffering...if you are living in a castle fucking the big tits out of airheads...if you are cleaning shit and living on the streets...we are all in the throes of sadness and suffering...give me your philosophy your religion, pour it all over my worthless skull...in the end you are part of the snowy city, you are in the rain...you say...what the fuck do i care...its all a big laugh...let it roll off my shoulders...when deep inside you know the truth... and we sigh like angels..."oh yoko, my love will turn you on"...