[Chorus] Yoko Ono
Mrs. Lennon, o' Mrs. Lennon
Checking the sky to see if there's no clouds
There's no clouds
O' then, I guess it must be alright

[Verse]
Why did you take him, why did you let him go
I try to make sense, I guess I'll never know
He brought about a light with the refreshing glow
Without his type, how do seed supposed to ever grow
A peace activist, deeply passionate
Came at the system through actions of a philanthropist
Mark David Chapman shot in the back in his prime
At a time of war he was peace packin'
The songs that would seize Vietnam's despair
Let him be, set him free like John Sinclair
The was is over and give peace a chance
Even God down with Bobby sealing a Black Panthers
Imagine was one of the best songs ever written
And if disagree, you are not a musician
We miss him and need him with us to mold the children
Instead of lying dead in front of the dakota building
Assassination by a fascist administration
For unity of nations and peace demonstrations
I try explain it to the kids who ain't got the patience
For parent from the Reagan era who was lost as Reagan
I think oh how he died right before I was born
And now he changed my life through the words in his songs
I love Pink Floyd, Hendrix and Lennon
And I wrote this song in honor of their remembrance

[Chorus] Yoko Ono
Mrs. Lennon, o' Mrs. Lennon
Checking the sky to see if there's no clouds
There's no clouds
O' then, I guess it must be alright

[Verse 2]
The history of the legend John Lennon, the beetle, the activist
The biggest threat to the establishments as Jesus of Nazareth
Massacred 1980 gateway to Rosemary's baby like JFK's brain
With missing, John Lennon was cremated
Mark David assassinated, an angel by Dakota
On the mission of Ronald Reagan, a '38 revolver
Shotted in the shoulder like a poet, dropped to the ground
Mark Jasmine characterised to catch her in the right
Left the world frozen in time like a sculpture of ice
I swear only hell below us, we're always lookin' for the sky
The eighth of December is marked with blood in my calender
I seek vengeance upon a murderer that took John Lennon
Conspiracy theories tells me you're a taxidermist
Like an animal with your flesh eaten by cannibal perverts
Bet it's or Joe or Chapman, they both government jackels
We demanding Lennon's ashes to be spreaded over a chapel
I hear your ghost by piano, I see the blood on your glasses
You sign your death through an autograph on the copy of your album
I travel back beyond the spirits of time to research
I cough blood on these lyrics, pyramids built in reverse
The music industry is cursed, John we truly need you
We got a one-world government, that reduces the people
A mrs. Lennon, we're checking out for the clouds in the sky
You know his death was a cover up
The government took his life
Motherfucker

[Chorus] Yoko Ono
Mrs. Lennon, o' Mrs. Lennon
Checking the sky to see if there's no clouds
There's no clouds
O' then, I guess it must be alright