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What was I doing there?
walking down the street today
I saw me walking the other way
I didn't hear as I shouted hey
the cry was lost in the traffic
I turned around to see my route
and realised that I shed my suit
I paused to take another toot and
passed it onto the man with the funky hair
what was I doing there?
with purpose in their common stride
i chanted that the Chief had lied and
taken us to where men died
the friendly guns were grinning
I figured this complaint was fair
not simple hippy doctrinaire
I joined them in the Grosvenor Square
and shouted at the man on the big black horse
what was he doing there?
nothing ever changes
another hill of beans
countries with a different name
nightmares out of dreams
forty years or trying
to stop the bloody dying
the whole world now is crying
or that's just how it seems
and as the blows were raining down
in the Summer of Love in london town
baghdad's name could just be found
marked F for future trouble
the embassy stands proud today
behind its concrete stay-aways
and still we see he kneels and prays
amongst his moral rubble
and the echoes yell
what are we doing there?
walking down the street today
I saw me walking the other way
I didn't hear as I shouted hey
the cry was lost in the traffic
I turned around to see my route
and realised that I shed my suit
I paused to take another toot and
passed it onto the man with the funky hair
what was I doing there?
with purpose in their common stride
i chanted that the Chief had lied and
taken us to where men died
the friendly guns were grinning
I figured this complaint was fair
not simple hippy doctrinaire
I joined them in the Grosvenor Square
and shouted at the man on the big black horse
what was he doing there?
nothing ever changes
another hill of beans
countries with a different name
nightmares out of dreams
forty years or trying
to stop the bloody dying
the whole world now is crying
or that's just how it seems
and as the blows were raining down
in the Summer of Love in london town
baghdad's name could just be found
marked F for future trouble
the embassy stands proud today
behind its concrete stay-aways
and still we see he kneels and prays
amongst his moral rubble
and the echoes yell
what are we doing there?
Feter
this is very much beatlish tomy ears ..
I m enjoyin this so much .its like listenin
to it from a classic LP . true fan here !!!
KUDOS !!