作曲 : Joe Strummer/Scott Shields/Richard Flack/Martin Slattery Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed He might pass by in the hour of need There's a lot of souls Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory Hey - look there goes Hey - look there goes If you're after getting the honey - hey Then you don't go killing all the bees Lord, there goes Martin Luther King Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying * Is what was true now no longer so Hey - I hear what you're saying Hey - I hear what he's saying If you're after getting the honey - hey Then you don't go killing all the bees What the people are saying And we know every road - go, go What the people are saying There ain't no berries on the trees Let the summertime sun Fall on the apple - fall on the apple Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line We think there is a soul, we don't know That soul is hard to find Hey - down along the road Hey - down along the road If you're after getting the honey Then you don't go killing all the bees Hey - it's what the people are saying It's what the people are saying Hey - there ain't no berries on the trees Hey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees You're checking out the honey, baby You had to go killin' all the bees
作曲 : Joe Strummer/Scott Shields/Richard Flack/Martin Slattery Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed He might pass by in the hour of need There's a lot of souls Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory Hey - look there goes Hey - look there goes If you're after getting the honey - hey Then you don't go killing all the bees Lord, there goes Martin Luther King Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying * Is what was true now no longer so Hey - I hear what you're saying Hey - I hear what he's saying If you're after getting the honey - hey Then you don't go killing all the bees What the people are saying And we know every road - go, go What the people are saying There ain't no berries on the trees Let the summertime sun Fall on the apple - fall on the apple Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line We think there is a soul, we don't know That soul is hard to find Hey - down along the road Hey - down along the road If you're after getting the honey Then you don't go killing all the bees Hey - it's what the people are saying It's what the people are saying Hey - there ain't no berries on the trees Hey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees You're checking out the honey, baby You had to go killin' all the bees
