rock star's lament

i have pawned my golden records i have sold my sequent suits

for a bottle of rye whiskey i gave up my fancy boots

now i stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell

once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell. hide a face you might remember hide a voice you may recall

twas that cold night in december when we played carnegie hall

now we're smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well

till i took my first drink of whiskey we started down the road to hell. i have pawned my golden records i have sold my sequent suits

for a bottle of rye whiskey i gave up my fancy boots

now i stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell

once a dopefiend now a drunker with no song left to sell. once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell

with no song left to sell.