That you refused to play
 Cause you never made number one
 But it's not just the words
 It's the deeds that are heard
 When all is said and done
 Kings take their crowns
 They melt them all down
 Trying to get the gold out
 You went to hell and
 Even when you weren't selling
 You never ever sold out.

 You weren't no leader
 You were more like a bleeder
 Who was trying to cry for us all
 You weren't no sage
 But your sense of outrage
 Sounded like a trumpet call
 Fifteen years ago
 In the old folky show
 You were just one voice in the crowd
 But now with so few singing
 Your voice would have been ringing
 Out 'bout twice as loud.

 There but for fortune
 Say a small circle of friends
 Some may see the changes
 So few see the ends
 The pleasures of the harbor
 Have come to you at last
 You may not be marching anymore
 But the parade's still going past

 I'm not taking the blame
 That we killed you
 You know you did that to yourself
 But it was kind of a shame
 That you played that game
 Cause you were better than anyone else
 One shot of your bottle
 Got you full throttle
 It was the friend that was always there
 But your greatest gift
 And the curse you lived with
 Was that you could always care