yoko ono - peter the dealer lyrics
we were waiting for peter, the dealer,
he comes in the evening when we’re fussing in bed.
he says, “good morning, here’s your breakfast”,
and give us plates of stone.
take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor.
we count the windows in the cities and tell each other,
yes, life is a h-lluva lot of waiting time.
our minds are objects of constipation,
our bodies are subject to dissipation.
so keep your intentions in a clear bottle
and leave it in the cupboard when you’re out.
we were waiting for peter, the wheeler,
he comes in the morning when we’re fast asleep.
gives us a trip that’s spending hundred years in a day,
and takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs.
we count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other,
yes, life is a h-lluva lot of waiting time.
our minds are objects of constipation,
our bodies are subject to dissipation.
so keep your intentions in a clear bottle
and leave it on the shelf when you rap.
we were waiting for peter, the blower,
he comes in when we’re fixing snow on rock.
gives us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring,
and takes a heart each from us to give to the world.
we count the memories that are lost and tell each other,
yes, life is a h-lluva lot of waiting time.
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