Death of a performer

So you ramble and ramble on and ramble onAnother evening of your back catalogue to playIsn't it time that you threw in the towelBut no, another 'greatest hits' comes our wayYou're looking so burned out these daysAs you shuffle slowly up to the mikeYour vocal chords shredded from years of abuseWill you murder the songs everyone likedWhy do you insist on carrying onTrying to strangle your old Gibson guitarTo watch you brings tears to my eyesDo you really have to take it this farYour washed up look is something sad to seeYou're a laughing stock now at your ageAs I witness the jeers, my eyes fill with tearsWhen you finally decide to leave the stageAlone in your dressing room, you sit out of breathAnd not one 'fan' comes for your autographPlease call it a day for everyone's sakeTo stop the insults and all the laughsThough I will always be loyal to youAnd be there to defend your cornerEven I, after seeing you there tonightWitnessed the death of a performer.