A Song for All Seasons Jefferson Airplane

[Verse 1]
Well, the word was out on the street today
All the friends that I'd meet would have to say
While your records line the shelves
You're fighting amongst yourselves
That's a hell of a lot of dues for you to pay

[Verse 2]
Well the word, my friend, you know is on the street
It's on the lips of everyone I meet
While you're climbing up the chart
Your band just fell apart
I guess your life just ain't really that complete

[Verse 3]
You know your car, with which I was impressed
Well, I hear that it's gonna be repossessed
Well, I thought you had it made
But you ain't even paid
For the things that you've bought since the acid test

[Verse 4]
I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay
And your lead singer's bulge turns the censors gray
Well, that's really a doggone shame
But who's there left to blame?
And all you ever really wanted was just to play