[Verse 1]
            
Jim Morrison, 

            
Miami County P

rison,
              
lookin' out th

             
e window at th

  
e barbed wire 

fence
             
Singing "This 

             
ain't for me, 

             
this rock and 

       
roll scene.
             
I should be wr

             
iting poetry o

     
n a farm out i

n France.
             
"Cause I can't

              
 see through t

            
he darkness. I

#            
 can't feel no

 
 pain.
             
Seems you lose

             
 your spark wh

           
en you achieve

      
 your fame.
             
I could start 

             
it all over, I

    
 could escape.
             
If I could onl

            
y make it to t

     
wenty eight
             
If I could onl

            
y make it to t

     
wenty eight."

[Verse 2]
            
Janis Joplin, 

             
one foot in th

    
e coffin.
             
Left that fiel

             
d a-rockin' an

      
d she walked o

n out the door

.
             
She put her he

             
ad in her hand

              
s, she said "I

             
've given all 

  
I can.
             
I drain myself

             
 for these fan

           
s. I ain't nev

er been this d

ry before.
             
"But Imma move

             
 out of this C

              
helsea Hotel, 

           
stop drinking 

        
all the time.
             
Stop blowin' L

             
eonard Cohen a

           
nd listening t

      
o him whine.
             
Cause I know I

             
 am beautiful,

           
 I will prove 

       
it someday.
             
If I could onl

            
y make it to t

     
wenty eight.
             
If I could onl

            
y make it to t

     
wenty eight."

[Verse 3]
            
And Kurt Cobai

              
n sat in his s

          
hed in the rai

n,
             
stomach full o

             
f pain, eyes g

       
rowin' dark.
             
He said "I'm l

             
osing control.

             
 Ought to move

              
 down to San F


rancisco,
             
light candles 

             
at all of my s

         
hows and switc

h to acoustic 

guitars.
            
"Cause this wo

              
rld don't need

           
 no more tensi

       
on and hate.
             
Needs a reason

             
 for these kid

           
s to stand up 

    
and create.
             
And I could pu

             
ll this trigge

              
r, or I could 

       
just walk away

,
             
if I could onl

            
y make it to t

     
wenty eight.
             
If I could onl

            
y make it to t

     
wenty eight.
             
If I could onl

                 
y make it
             
If I could onl

                 
y make it."