Anna

The gas station's close, ride after ride she goes
As the wind blows her hair
Beer in hand, it's only fair
Anna knows when it's time to cry but she tries to hold it back
Every time, living in constant danger (on the edge) (smoking her life away and)
Knowing that nothing makes sense
She only cares to have fun to cover up the fact (that) she's black inside hence why

When she screams, she's free
The same troubles, only differently
Looking at it all
She knows one day it has to end, but who'll want to try and mend the pieces of such a broken... toy?

She's an emergency, a sinner struggling for salvation
At her favorite band's gig
Her mom she can't help, to her brother she lies awake pretending everything is fine and she's still sane

But when she screams, she's free
The same troubles, only differently
Looking at it all
She knows one day it has to end, but who'll want to try mend the pieces of such a broken... toy?

Oh, when she sings she's free
Anna, sing to me, won't you sing to me?