The Beatles

At five o’ clock there lies a right hand, a cigarette, head cracked open and eyes are dead... 

Dr. Robert did all he can, for The Man... 

So take a drive down Abby Lane, and go down the road of regrets to find all the pain...

Where is Paul, who has done it all without even moving...

Here lies a lie that should have been told...

To save what might not have been gone..

Now is dead...

Hear the whispers of they’re songs...

Speak of the stories that are untold...

For all the fans that needed it, they did it all for you...

It seems that you should all just…

Let It Be...