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

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 thesе words

But there's no words as beautiful as you

Naja, why'd ya havе 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

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