You used to be about everything
Now yer just a face in the crowd
Like all of the men that came before you
Well, yer just one of them now
What made you right were the small differences
Things that you really meant

Now ya put yerself up
And now yer ready to be knocked down
Knock down in the street

When confronted by a youth that's just cutting his 
teeth
You turn yer head and you walk away
Yer not the same as back in the day
The flame's burned out inside

Now ya put yerself up
And now yer ready to be knocked down
Knock down in the street

You used to be about everything
Now yer just a face in the crowd
Like all of the men that came before you
Well, yer just one of them now
What made you right were the small differences
Things that you really meant

Now ya put yerself up
And now yer ready to be knocked down
Knock down in the street