Sgt. Pepper has no claim here.

[alasanon]

it was twenty years ago this week
when I stepped from one world into another
I carried little enough with me at the time
but the baggage has weighed on me since
I don't want eighteen back, not for all the feathers
on a phoenix
but a sense of ease might do me well
my will of iron has bent so many times
I might as well be lead, sinking and dull
pierced by countless swords and buried
my freedom is nearly old enough to drink
so I raise this glass