The Queen Is Dead

How many people have you met, have touched you in a way, that you never will forget
Naja was the hardcore ambassador and our punk rock suffragette
With a heart as big as the sun, how could she take care of all of us
And still drink more than anyone?
Naja, she was the only one

Naja, Naja
Naja, why'd you have to go?
Now every show will be less fun
'Cause we're all missing someone
Naja Naja
Naja, why'd you have to leave?
To me it's still so hard for me to believe
I think I'm just starting to grieve by writing down these words
But there's no words as beautiful as you

Naja, why'd ya have to go like this?
When you finally found true happiness
At every punk show now, every band sends you a kiss

My friend, Naja, I hope you're watching from above
It wasn't sugar and spice you were made of
It was metal, spikes and vodka on ice
But mostly you were made out of love

Naja, Naja
The Princess Di of the punk scene, a crusty Katniss Everdeen
December 20th of two thousand and sixteen
The day Punk Rock, we lost our fuckin' queen
We lost our fuckin' queen
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja
Naja, Naja