27 Songtext
von Allan Rayman

Oh, nah, nah, yeah
I may have done some shit, weathered me as a man
Couple nights, wide awake, got some pills in my hand
When I′m thrown, leave me be, let me lean, goddamn
I'm not tough, I′m just drunk, this my scene goddamn
I'm a young adult in a cruel old world
I got fresh cut toast all white like pearls
(He didn't give a fuck about nothin′)
Need a selfish kinda girl, goddamn
Need a selfish kinda girl

There′s something wrong
I fear this fame is pendin', oh, no
With all my idols gone
Oh, I′m afraid of 27


This ain't that shit that I live for quick, can we get a picture please
I ain′t that dick with a booth and a bottle blowin' up on this fiend, oh, man
(Rock and roll, living fast, dying young)
(And leaving a good-looking corpse)
Hold up, slow it down, bring it back

I got a couple cold cans in my basement
Barely ever leave my fucking basement
I′ve cut too many off quite too early
I make love, but I can't love back
I've cut too many off quite too early
I make love, but I can′t love back
I′ve cut too many off quite too early

There's something wrong
I fear this fame is pendin′, oh, no
With all my idols gone
Oh, I'm afraid of 27


Need a selfish kind of girl
Need a selfish kind of girl
Need a selfish kind of girl, goddamn
Need a selfish kind of girl
Need a selfish kind of girl
Need a selfish kind of girl
Need a selfish kind of girl, goddamn
Need a selfish kind of girl