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
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