Was it 74
Was it summer or fall
Was it corduroy, linen or wool?
I don’t know
‘cause it felt both warm and cold

Was it the time that you hung out my car
And told the police who you thought that they were
“A bunch of fucking slave drivers”
If I remember your words right

Now, who do you think you are
Sleeping with a swastika
Under your pillow
And an electric guitar by your side

Oh Tony you were no…
You’re just a well worn story I can hear on any given night
On any TV, oh yeah

You were no mystery
You didn’t wanna be a martyr
And I know you are no hero

Every night, as I was told, you’d go and write
Some cryptic lines up and down the spines
Of your favorite books which include strange works
By Burroughs, Leary and Klein

And I was well assured
By someone who is known to never lie
You were a bona fide poet, yeah

And I would bet my life
That you bet your life
And you’ve blown it!

Oh Tony, you were no…
You’re just a well worn story I can read in any magazine
That would print such trash!

Lyrics submitted by cultjam

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