There were four lads from Liverpool
who played music and sang to everyone
from the people in pubs to the Queen
and when they laughed, or talked or breathed
everyone watched and so did everyone change
they wrote songs about small people
dying all alone in a church with no name
and songs about big things
but when you talk about destruction
don’t you know you can count me out
and the simplest of these was a song
that said Love is all you need
and how cruel it is then
that one of the boys that sang such lovely things
and used his time to sit in beds and talk of peace
was shot down, dead, in the end.
