The Queen is Dead - Cokie the Clown

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 everyone, Naja she was the only one

Naja Naja Naja why’d you have to go, now every show will be less fun,

cuz we’re all missing someone

Naja Naja Naja why’d you have to leave, 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 that are 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