Dead at 25 (Buried at 27)

Bottle after bottle in all types of colors
I’ve lost all of my consideration for others
I came to that fire as a man straight from the 'pan
To join the 27 Club as fast as I can
Oh, it’s like they say
«All men die at 25.»
I’m on my way to punk rock heaven
So you can bury me at 27
Mama wants to know my plan, daddy wants to get my head checked
I sleep with my belly down in case I taste rejection
Friends spread thin and my foes just wax aplenty
They’re just gonna bleed me dry, drain me til I’m empty
Why don’t you bury me at 27?
What would you say to punk rock heaven?
«Just fucking bury me at 27.»