This was the holy land when they were more popular than God
Upon this bridge of black and white their sacred naked feet have trod
Seers and angels, they saw what no one saw before
And now with closed eyes they walk from shore to shining shore
But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
And now the faithful come here as pilgrims to a shrine
They walk the stations of the crossing
Their feet are bare their eyes are blind
Friends with cameras click to record the ritual
And back home all around the world the same picture hangs upon their walls
But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
But history moves mysteriously and nothing stays here for too long
They scorch the zebra from the road and paint a new one further on
But it still means what it meant then and it still looks much like it did
The pilgrims take their pictures still, its guilty secrets they stay hid
But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
That used to be a warehouse then
And this was all bombed in the war
And here the last wild boar was slain
And there my father met my ma
This was the place where I was born
And in the sixties this was hip
And right through here the Romans came
And this was where it all began
But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
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