Anna Lyrics - Policy - Will Butler

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