Cokie the Clown
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
From Letras Mania