Ana

I got a girl, got a girl called Ana
Pure as snow, got a long way to go
Ana, oh Ana
Wants to be a beauty queen
On the cover of a magazine, Ana, oh Ana

Praying to your cold white god
With a razor spill young blood, just a girl, just 16
Never gonna make that magazine, Ana, oh Ana

I got a girl, got a girl called Ana
Skin & bone she's a long way from home, Ana, oh Ana
They all want you when you're sick
Purge your body to make it, Ana, oh Ana

Getting fat on milk & honey, life is just distant memory

Locked inside, waiting to die
With a spoon for a friend and a needle in your arm
Ana, oh Ana

She's gonna ride, gonna ride
Gonna ride, she's gonna ride gonna ride gonna ride
Taste a cut, taste a cold cut, taste a cold cut of suicide

She's gonna ride, she's gonna ride
She's gonna ride, she's gonna ride
Ana, Ana, Ana, Ana