Anna

Hey, little Anna, you're the one Rising before the lazy sun Open the store and bake the bread Leave all the dreamers with the dead Pray that whatever's lost is lost Nail all your worries to the cross Ooh, take out the knife Take out the knife Ooh, sharpen it twice And count all the money Someday, you know you're gonna die Some folks'll try to tell you why Where do you think they'll hide your bones? Out in a field, oh, all alone Nobody knows when it will end You better go and make some friends Ooh, take out the phone Take out the phone Ooh, sharpen a stone 'Cause you got to get money