27 Club Lyrics
Hey hey, I thought that you would call me
Are you still kinda high? Coming down from the Molly?
Oh, it’s fine
I ain’t on anyone’s mind
And I know that I gotta have faith
But it’s kinda fucking hard at the end of everyday
Stuck in my mind
Like all the time
And some nights when I’m feeling suicidal
I could reach for the gun, I could reach for the bottle
But it’s great
At least, now I’m getting paid
And it goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
And suddenly you’re gone
I’m out in LA with a Beverly Hills hottie
The kind that wants to go and sniff the pills off my body
Only knows me ’cause I wrote the song about the hotel lobby
But trust me, all my wilder days are behind me
I’m laying in bed at the Chateau
With someone I saw on tv but I barely even know
Small talk for a second then I gotta leave
Walk out separate, you’re famous, you can’t be seen with me
It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
And suddenly you’re gone
I don’t know if I would call it luck
But I, I didn’t make the twenty-seven club
I’m twenty-eight
So, y’all ain’t gotta dig my grave
Yeah, it goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
And suddenly you’re gone