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