There once was this bandnI’m telling you those boys could rocknSlim played his guitar like an astronautnBut behind the backstage doornSomebody turned green for surenOutshined by the star people loved and adorednnThey started in the garage practicingnThey thought they’d always be the best of friendsnA little too much of the light on SlimnAnd he’s lonely at the topnnThe band hit the stagenBut the crowd only called for SlimnHe was the man of the timesnHe meant everythingnWhen the crowd called for morenThe band did a worldwide tournAnd he was running the shownJust like an ego-whorennThey started in the garage practicingnThey thought they’d always be the best of friendsnA little too much of the light on SlimnA little too much light for any mannThen he started trying to run the shownThe band left, they couldn’t take no morenNow that fool's singing solonHe’s feeling so lownnHe thought he had everythingnBut it was all just a dreamnCause when you’re alone no one sings harmonynAnd then the bottom just droppednWhen the music just stoppednThis may come as a shocknBut it’s lonely at the topnnIn the end of an age and a star turned stardustnLined with ashes of dreams and bloody music sheetsnAnd the fame killed our friendnWe tried again but the chance was slimnVictim of the music industries' beast withinnnThey started in the garage practicingnThey thought they’d always be the best of friendsnA little too much of the light on SlimnToo much light for any mannThen he started trying to run the shownWe had to leave, we couldn’t take no morenNow that fool is just singing solo, alonenLonely at the top