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