[Verse 1] 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 gonna die for? By dawn, you'll be praying for another nightfall Come on, that's kinda quite cool [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 that 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 [Chorus] 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