Il testo della 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