Long long time ago
I can still remember how that voice used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could shoot her in the head
And maybe I'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every knife I bought
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read somewhere that she was still alive
But something made me really mad inside
The day the music died
So bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Ford to the morgue
But she wasn't there
And good old boys drinking vodka and rye
Singing this'll be the day that she'll die
This'll be the day that she'll die
Did you write the book on murder
And do you have faith in your revolver
If the hit man tells you so
And do you believe in hit and run
Can cleaning save your dusty gun
And can you teach me how to shoot real fast
Well I know that she hasn't yet been shot
Cause I saw her in the parking lot
They both pissed me off
Well I hate that fucking bitch
I was a lonely teenage broncking buck
With a loaded gun and an explosive truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Ford to the morgue
But she wasn't there
And good old boys drinking vodka and rye
Singing this'll be the day that she'll die
This'll be the day that she'll die
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And I was sharpening my knife on a whetstone
But that's not how it used to be...
Oh and there we were all in one place
Two generations lost in space
With no time left to draw my knife
So come on Jack just kill her Jack just stab her
Jack flash stabbed her cause knives are the Devil's only friends.