Living on through politics, body-guarded, heart in bits
A blue-eyed honesty, indigo injury
The family tree is felled, bereavement worn so well
Giving up on certainty, wilderness society
Wearing the fame like a loaded gun
Tied up with a rosary
Ooh, I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy
Imagine being a Kennedy, rule without remedy
To watch your family die, the world loves a sacrifice
Prophets longing for the three, honoring the tragedy
They hunger for the crime, the privilege to take a life
Wearing the fame like a loaded gun
Tied up with a rosary
Ooh, I'm glad I'm 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 love the look in your eye I can see, soul sometimes
And we laugh when we try too hard we stop and start
Oh, imagine being a Kennedy
I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy
Wearing the fame like a loaded gun
Tied up with a rosary
I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy
Imagine being a Kennedy
Ooh, I'm glad I'm 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 man's 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 mouth
Ashes in our mouth, ashes in our mouth
Ashes in our mouth, ashes in our mouth
Ashes in our mouth, ashes in our mouth
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