Ana Conda - Dan Bull

Ana and her rifle

Damn that’s quite an eyeful

Ana and her rifle

Unarmoured and unrivaled

Ana and her rifle

You’re enamoured on arrival

Never trying to be spiteful

Merely ending any sights that are vital

She’s a violent killer, but she isn’t homicidal

Mindful enough to fill your mind full of spinal

Fluid, so your final time’s quite insightful

So follow the light just in time for arrival

In the afterlife no surviving the cycle

Like putting trifle on a forty five vinyl

That’s what you might call a no brainer

Shade of a long ranger with laser

Precision, but hitting with the collison of a hit from Joe Frazier

This middle aged woman just isn’t a home maker

The kind of mother you won’t find in the kitchen

She’ll find cover and stalk like an Egyptian

Her eye’s covered, but don’t mind her vision

Should’ve retired, but there’s no final mission for

Ana and her rifle

Honour on her title

Ana and her rifle

What are you going to die for?

By dawn you’ll be praying for another nightfall

Come on, that’s kinda quite cool

Go to sleep, don’t make a peep

Go to sleep, she’ll drug your tea

Close your eyes, don’t cry, don’t cry

Close your eyes, it’s time to (die) sleep

Mother, sniper, hero, saviour

Butcher, baker, Widow Maker

Wouldn’t even let a bullet to the face break her

By the way just let me check no one’s got a pace maker

Sleep darts aren’t for the weak hearted

Can’t sing a lullaby for your dearly departed

You’re nearly an article in the obituaries

But you’re kind of like the lead 'cause you’re getting buried

Cherry picking, better check this for bias

I’m giving a single perspective like her eye is

Lived a shadow life as vigilante shrike

It was clandestine, hidden classified

'Til she got sick of it, being romanticised

And decided she was ditching the damn disguise

How can these fools assert she’s past it?

Nah, she’s just an Old Dirty Bastet

Go to sleep, don’t make a peep

Go to sleep, she’ll drug your tea

Close your eyes, don’t cry, don’t cry

Close your eyes, it’s time to (die) sleep