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 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