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 your self 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

You said in 2 days you're 27 and your destiny was comin'

Your papa passed so sudden

And he left you with a lil somethin'



You blew that money on a mountain of drugs

And staged your self 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 somethin'

But you left me for nothin'

When I left, you befriended a rope

And I found you both were hanging