Goodbye Amy
There ain't twenty-four hours of news
But folks got to stay occupied
So we broadcast every bruise
And post every suicide
Still we're not happy
And we're not satisfied
There's another demise on the horizon
To fill up our tedious lives
Goodbye Amy
Oh I'll miss you so much
Goodbye Amy
Oh I'll miss you so much
She'll just feel so fucking used
Indisposed and broken
The heroin and the muse
And her pipes still smoking
There never was money
In her getting clean
So she died a hundred times
In checkout magazines
Goodbye Amy
Oh I'll miss you so much
Goodbye Amy
Oh I'll miss you so much
Goodbye Amy
Oh I'll miss you so much
Autor(es): Rue Snider