27

Said you're "all mouth and no brains"

All rock stars go to heaven

You said you'll be dead at 27

When we drunk in a english tavern

The owner poured you the Bourbon

And you drunk yourself so rotten

He got so rich he bought a Bentley

And moved himself to Devon

You started dirty dancing

And you bar tended a dozen

I took you to the clinic

To get you clean but you couldn't

Said in two days you're 27

And your destiny was coming

So your papa passed so sudden

And left you with lil' somin'

You blew that money on a mountain of drugs

And staged yourself a bed in

A month later when I popped in

You're still high but the winter set in

I bought you a coffee and a muffin

And you quoted me some Lenin

I wished I was that clever

But that's what kept me coming

Your friendship did mean somin'

But you left me for nothing

When I left, you befriended a rope

And I saw you both were hanging