Anna Paroles

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 the 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

Hey, little Anna, you're the one
Rising before that lazy sun Hey, little Anna, look my way
What's gonna be the price we pay
For the money?