Even when you weren't selling
But the parade's still going past
You went to hell and
Fifteen years ago
Got you full throttle
But now with so few singing
Your voice would have been ringing
You were just one voice in the crowd
Sounded like a trumpet call
You were more like a bleeder
There but for fortune
In the old folky show
And the curse you lived with
But your sense of outrage
I'm not taking the blame
It was the friend that was always there
It's the deeds that are heard
Some may see the changes
One shot of your bottle
The pleasures of the harbor
Trying to get the gold out
Out 'bout twice as loud
But your greatest gift
When all is said and done
Kings take their crowns
Have come to you at last
You weren't no sage
You never ever sold out
That we killed you
You know you did that to yourself
'Cause you were better than anyone else
Say a small circle of friends
But it was kind of a shame
That you played that game
You may not be marching anymore
But it's not just the words
You weren't no leader
So, few see the ends
They melt them all down
Who was trying to cry for us all
'Cause you never made number one
