P. Ochs (The Death Of A Rebel)

You were a fan of the rebels
A Marlon Brando and James Deen kinda man
But it was Seeger and it was Guthrie
That taught you how to take a stand
You up and moved from ohio
New York was the only place
You moved in with Bobby Dylan
writing songs at an incredible pace
Now youre getting the hang of it
Singing songs for who needed a voice
Speaking out where it was needed
For anyone without a choice
A song for the draft dodgers
Vietnam was taking names
So you built the tallest soap box
A fought to make to a change
You let dylan get in your head
Called you a coward for not searching witihin
All you wanted was to be famous
To be the hero that saved us
But when the kennedys died and we got Nixon
California was calling and your depression set in
It was time to get away, but you got attached while you traveled abroad
You lost the voice this world needed, or at least thats what you thought
You started calling yourself John bustler Train, said phil ochs had died,
you’d gone insane
all you wanted was to be famous
The hero hung himself and no one saved us.