Testo di 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