Jim Morrison, Miami County Prison Looking out the window at the barbed wire fence Singing: this ain’t for me, this rock n’ roll scene I should be writing poetry, on a farm out in France Cause I can’t see through the darkness, I can’t feel no pain Seems you lose your spark, when you achieve your fame And I could start it all over, I could escape If I could only make it to twenty eight If I could only make it to twenty eight Janis Joplin, one foot in the coffin Left that theater rocking, and she walked on out the door She put her head in her hands, she said, I’ve given all I can I drain myself for these fans, I ain’t never been this dry before I’m gonna move out of this Chelsea Hotel, stop drinking all the time Stop blowin’ Leonard Cohen, and listening to him whine Cause I know that I am beautiful, and I will prove it someday If I could only make it to twenty eight If I could only make it to twenty eight And Kurt Cobain, sat in his shed in the rain Stomach full of pain, eyes growing dark He said: I’m losing control, I oughta move down to San Francisco Light candles at all of my shows and switch to acoustic guitars” Because this world it don’t need no more tension and hate It needs a reason for these kids to stand up and create And I could pull this trigger or I could just walk away If I could only make it to twenty eight, if I could only make it to twenty eight