Hitchin up her dress of lace,
Lipstick blood smeared on her face.
Hair like straw, backcombed to shit,
Black eye, swelled, like she took some hit.
Staggerin, oh staggerin, like a banshee on the prowl,
Stick the dagger in, oh the dagger in, cos you know she’ll run afoul.
Oh, Annie May, how d’you get like this?
From a childhood, satisfied with bliss.
Yeah, I knew you were one to get in a fight,
But why you lingerin neath that red light?
Toothy smiles between parted lips,
Outstretched hand, beggin filthy tips.
Eyes like gold, now gaunt and dead,
Lifeless now, like they always said.
Whimperin, oh whimperin, like a mourner by the grave,
They’re simperin, oh just simperin, cos they won’t let you deprave.
Oh, Annie May, how d’you end up here?
When that little girl was so sincere?
Yeah, I get that you had troubles of your own,
But take a look at the seeds you've sown.
Oh, Annie.
Pretty little Annie.
Looks like you’ve screwed things up, just bit by bit.
Annie, Annie.
Sweet, lovely, Annie.
Good job digging that hole, you’ve made your bed, now lie in it.
