There ain't twenty-four hours worth 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