A poet of the people You were a king like Elvis Lost son of The Beatles In life and in death Yeah you were One of the best A rare bird and let's be honest In ways our genius You snapped shots in fits of astonished Light you photographed Before the dream machine Took you back You took a final bow And blew us all a kiss Without regrets And wished us Love and happiness With all your success Did you forget Something in the process The hypocrisy that The world embodies And its need for recognition Your muse was not A one trick pony But LA wants your attention Yeah the heartbreakers Can do you in