The 27 Club
When I grow up I'm gonna be a rockstar
My true calling is to be a fraud
Who does tons of drugs, fucks loads of girls
And gets worshipped as a god
And on the day I turn 27
I'll put a bullet in my head
And on Earth they'll all be mourning
As I wait amongst the dead
And Satan says "Boy what'd you do with your life?"
As he frisks me at the gates
And I say I was a rockstar
One that's up there with the greats
Then he looks down at my papers
To double check my age
He grabs my hand, and makes a plan
He says "Sir, right this way!"
We walk up to a club branded with a big two-seven
Satan opens up the doors and says "Well, go right in"
And now I'm getting drunk with Amy Winehouse
Getting high with Kurt Cobain
Writing poetry with Jim Morrison is not as much fun as you'd think
Making out with Janis Joplin
Voodoo with Robert Johnson
Oh I'm in love
I'm in the 27 club
All my biggest inspirations
Doing what they do best
Dancing on the edge of chaos
And indulging in excess
Brian Jones invites me for a swim
How could I ask for more?
And the security nabs Andy Gibb
As he sneaks in the back door
It's a place where care and caution have no use
Where we eternally relive our misspent youth
Yeah, I'm getting drunk with Amy Winehouse
Getting high with Kurt Cobain
And if Jim Morrison reads me one more poem, I'm gonna go fucking insane
Jamming out with Jimi Hendrix
Making room for Lil Pump
Oh I'm in love
I'm in the 27 club
And in the midst of my fantasizing, a thought occurs to me
Maybe these people aren't heroes, and their tales are more cautionary
And by being trapped in this dingy club, they're reminded every day
That they wasted their potential and they threw their lives away
Could it be this afterlife that I've devised
Reads more like a punishment than a grand prize?
Could it be the tragic figures that I idolize
Have only led me down a primrose path of lies?
Nah, fuck that
I wanna shoot up with Sid Vicious
He's not 27 but who cares?
I wanna pig out with fat Elvis
And listen to John Lennon swear
Maybe I don't wanna be a rockstar
Maybe I just wanna have fun
And this is fun
(I'm binge drinking with Judy Garland)
I just wanna die young
Maybe at 27
I wanna grow up to die young
I'm gonna die young, yes sir, I'm gonna die young
Cuz all you gotta do to live forever is die young
My true calling is to be a fraud
Who does tons of drugs, fucks loads of girls
And gets worshipped as a god
And on the day I turn 27
I'll put a bullet in my head
And on Earth they'll all be mourning
As I wait amongst the dead
And Satan says "Boy what'd you do with your life?"
As he frisks me at the gates
And I say I was a rockstar
One that's up there with the greats
Then he looks down at my papers
To double check my age
He grabs my hand, and makes a plan
He says "Sir, right this way!"
We walk up to a club branded with a big two-seven
Satan opens up the doors and says "Well, go right in"
And now I'm getting drunk with Amy Winehouse
Getting high with Kurt Cobain
Writing poetry with Jim Morrison is not as much fun as you'd think
Making out with Janis Joplin
Voodoo with Robert Johnson
Oh I'm in love
I'm in the 27 club
All my biggest inspirations
Doing what they do best
Dancing on the edge of chaos
And indulging in excess
Brian Jones invites me for a swim
How could I ask for more?
And the security nabs Andy Gibb
As he sneaks in the back door
It's a place where care and caution have no use
Where we eternally relive our misspent youth
Yeah, I'm getting drunk with Amy Winehouse
Getting high with Kurt Cobain
And if Jim Morrison reads me one more poem, I'm gonna go fucking insane
Jamming out with Jimi Hendrix
Making room for Lil Pump
Oh I'm in love
I'm in the 27 club
And in the midst of my fantasizing, a thought occurs to me
Maybe these people aren't heroes, and their tales are more cautionary
And by being trapped in this dingy club, they're reminded every day
That they wasted their potential and they threw their lives away
Could it be this afterlife that I've devised
Reads more like a punishment than a grand prize?
Could it be the tragic figures that I idolize
Have only led me down a primrose path of lies?
Nah, fuck that
I wanna shoot up with Sid Vicious
He's not 27 but who cares?
I wanna pig out with fat Elvis
And listen to John Lennon swear
Maybe I don't wanna be a rockstar
Maybe I just wanna have fun
And this is fun
(I'm binge drinking with Judy Garland)
I just wanna die young
Maybe at 27
I wanna grow up to die young
I'm gonna die young, yes sir, I'm gonna die young
Cuz all you gotta do to live forever is die young
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Writer(s): Theodore Grey Drummond
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