You and Kurt feel the same
Please do not follow his name
For in this club there is fame
I hope it's not your Endgame.

Smile back to all those, on that list
Foxy ladies, will never quench this
Hello I love you, so dearly, miss
Me and Bobby, are not as hopeless.

Make no deals, at the crossroads
Riding with death, and it now shows
Checkov burrried, sadly, in willows
Offered up rehab, and you said no.

I does not matter, if you believe in heaven.
To live long and prosper, may be an errand.
The belief that we have, I hope it may leaven.
All I can ask is that you live past twenty seven.