Imagine There's No Heaven, It's

Keep You Doped With Religion And Sex And Tv

Now, In The Sixties We Were Naive, Like Children. Everybody Went Back To Their Rooms And Said 'we Didn't Get A Wonderful World Of Just Flowers And Peace And Happy Chocolate, And It Won't Be Just Pretty And Beautiful All The Time,' And Just Like Babies Everyone Went Back To Their Rooms And Sulked. 'we're Going To Stay In Our Rooms And Play Rock And Roll And Not Do Anything Else, Because The World's A Nasty Horrible Place, Because It Didn't Give Us Everything We Cried For.' Right? Crying For It Wasn't Enough.

I Had To Really Kill Off All The Religious Myths. In The Therapy You Really Feel Every Painful Moment Of Your Life - It's Excruciating, You Are Forced To Realise That Your Pain, The Kind That Makes You Wake Up Afraid With Your Heart Pounding, Is Really Yours And Not The Result Of Somebody Up In The Sky. It's The Result Of Your Parents And Your Environment.

We Are All Christ And Hitler. Yoko And I Want Christ To Win.

It's Wierd Not To Be Wierd.