Artist: M.I.A. Album: 27 (S) Song: 27 Typed by: AZ Lyrics Said your 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 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 your 27 and your destiny was coming So your papa passed so sudden And left you with lil' something You blew that money on a mountain of drugs 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 that's what kept me coming Your friendship did mean something But you left me for nothing When I left, you befriended a rope And I saw you both were hanging