I made you listen to Sunday morning
You spread it out across the parquet flooring
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain till it's pouring
Till the sun shines brown

I'm sick of sucking on
The smoke of the past
But you know my hands are ties
And stuck fast

The Strangle of Anna's got me unwell
The Strangle of Anna's got me unwell
The Strangle of Anna's c'est la vie ma belle

You think you're Lou Reed but you're never trending
Hashtag my arsehole to your clichéd ending
It's all the same, all the same
It's all the same that you're sending
Can't put a dead dog down

No longer smoking on
The smoke of the past
Now my hands are untied
At last
The Strangle of Anna's got me unwell
The Strangle of Anna's got me unwell
The Strangle of Anna
C'est la vie ma belle

C'est la vie ma belle
C'est la vie ma belle