For Amy - Cameron Smith

Tonight you took the long way home

Wired tighter than your cellular phone

Searching G-d's green earth

For some original sin

Another weekend

Drowning in the dust bin

And all the things you do alone

How do they help you now?

You take the money or your life

All that’s left is a countdown

To the final clock out

Like poor Amy dead and gone

And 27 years isn’t long

And it’s a hard pill to swallow

But an easy rabbit hole for a junkie

Turned cultural icon

Oh Amy, no, no no

Folks these days don’t have souls

And on a Saturday, you should have known

That all these clones

Are playing shows of their own

Yeah, all these clones

Are playing shows of their own

Well, I won’t go

Here’s to you, Amy

Another singing ghost

It’s a shame to know

Your generation hung you for your illness

On their bullshit wall posts

But that’s the way that it is

And I think it’s most sad for those kids

Growing up with nothing real to hear

Except the ringing in their ears

After a violent parade of advertisements

There are no more heroes

Nor am I sure there ever should have been

But here’s to the fuck ups

With any degree of sincere passion

Oh Amy, no, no, no

Folks these days don’t have soul

And on a Saturday

You know, you should have known

That all these clones

Are playing shows of their own

Yeah, all these clones

Are playing shows of their own

Oh yeah, all these clones

Are playing shows of their own

Well, I won’t go