John Lennon: the FEEL of IMMORTALITY
How does it feel ? How does it feel ? To be without a home ? Like a complete unknown ? Like a rolling stone ?
Aw, you’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely, But you know you only used to get “juiced” in it. Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street, And now you’re gonna have to get used to it. You say you never compromise With a mystery tramp, but now you realize He’s not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, “Do you want to make a deal?