Dedicated to all my friends that died at 27.

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said your all mouth and no brains
all rock stars go to heaven
you said you'll be dead at 27 seven
when we [bad word] in a English tavern
the owner poured you the Bourbon
and you [bad word] your self so rotten
so 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 2 days ur 27 and and ur destiny [bad word] 
so ur papa passed so sudden
and left you with lil somin

you blew that money on a mountain of [bad word] 
and staged your self a bed in
a month later when i popped in
your 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 thats what kept [bad word] 
your friendship did mean somin
but you left me for nothin
when i left, you befriended a rope
and i saw you both were hanging.