“Remember Raoul!,”went up the scream
From Rio to Aspen, and points in between
On one hand was Loathing, on the other was Fear
Our constant companions, year after year
Behind all the mud and the blood and the beer
He lived what he said ‘til the day that he died
If you buy the ticket, you take the ride
A candle too bright, a heartache too keen
A warning shot aimed at the American Dream
A thorn in the side of the moral majority
The Gonzo, the cynic, the vocal minority
Like Leary he told us to question authority
Like him or not he took his stand
Whatever he was he was his own man
So once in awhile, when sleepless at night
Remember the one who fought the good fight
And wrote to make us laugh and to think
Who faced down convention and didn’t blink
Whose humanity not his madness drove to the brink
And know that he was both the best and the worst
But whatever we dreamed he’d been there first
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