Livin' on through politics, body-guarded, heart in bits
A blue-eyed honesty, indigo injury
The family tree is felled, bereavement worn so well
Givin' up on certainty, wilderness, society
Wearin' the fa-ame like a loaded gun (echo)
Tied up with a rosary-y
Ooh, Im glad Im not a Kennedy
Imagine being a Kennedy, rule without remedy
To watch your family die, the world loves a sacrifice
Prophets longin' for the three, honouring the tragedy
They hunger for the crime, the privilege to take a life
Wearin' the fa-ame like a loaded gun (echo)
Tied up with a rosary-y
Ooh, Im glad Im not a Kennedy
Glad I'm not a Kennedy
...and is not peace basically a matter of human rights?
The right to live out our lives without fear of devastation?
The right to breathe air as nature provided it?
The right of future generations to a healthy existence?
Let us if we can step back from the shadows of war and seek out
the way of peace...
I lo-ove the look in your eyes
I can see-ee your soul - sometimes and we laugh
And when we try too hard we stop and start
Oh imagine bein' a Kennedy, Im glad Im not a Kennedy
Wearin' the fa-ame like a loaded gun (echo)
Tied up with a rosary-y
Im glad Im not a Kennedy
Imagine being a Kennedy
Ooh, Im glad Im not a Kennedy
...the cost of freedom is always high yet one path we shall never choose
That is the path of surrender or submission
When a mans way please the lord, the scriptures tell us
He maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him
We will not prematurely or unnecessarily risk the course of worldwide nuclear war
In which even the fruits of victory would be ashes in our mouths
Ashes in
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