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