Rudiments of Dancing

None of this Icarus crap, Amy/ You had quite a gift and quite a curse/ From the first hit, the die was cast/ It was just something too big for you to reverse/ You were headed for a hearse/ So much talent and so fucked-up/ Everybody knew your name/ Trapped in the prison of your fame/ It could never be the same/ You were never ever tame/ Moth to flame, dark little moth to flame/ You taught and you learned/ As you yearned and you burned/ Seeing the psychologist, one more god for the Godless/ You sung out to your heathen mass/ And told them to kiss your ass/ But in the end, the dance is done/ The ball has ended/ And no more fun/ You sought that endless orgasm, that paradise stroke high/ Even though you knew you would die/ Because diva, darling princess, Mama's nightmare, daddy's girl/ There ain't no break room up in the sky/ Mama Cass and Janis could not get by/ Good times are over- you are no more/ Amy glide across the floor, spread your sordid wing/ A devil of a time/ No more indulgences, it catches up to you the day you depart from Eden/ This mortality, this crime/(Chorus:) Amy, dear Amy, I can't hear you shout/ Amy, dear Amy, your amplifier is out- Repeat