To all of those
Who came before
And pushed so hard
They could ignore
The formula
The suits imposed
Their poison was our antidote
They grew up through the cracks where no one even saw them coming
Once the labels got the scent then they were off and running
Broken, gifted, outcast
Where would we be without them?
Worshiped, burned out too fast
Departed, not forgotten
Stories we were told would often be romanticized
They were ordinary people cast in dysfunctional lives
Even through the bad times they still couldn't help but shine
Was hard to reach the top but even harder to survive
Raise your glass to the sky
May you be remembered for those moments in your life
Broken, gifted, outcast
Where would we be without them?
Worshiped, burned out too fast
Departed, not forgotten
Raise your glass to the sky. May your spirits be raised tonight.
