M.I.A 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 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