Death of Anna

There's a war going on, but Anna is dead There's work to be done, gossip to spread Soldiers have been dying everyday now But we must get the autopsy, must somehow I heard of a man blown up in a car But Stern is the dad from what we know so far There is something sad in all of this There are priorities we've seemed to miss Since when did a bunny take top story While our men in arms take second glory I'm fairly certain that we'll go to Hell Take our souls to the devil and try to sell But poor, poor Anna, been gone nearly two days Leaving the reporters in a mad, dash craze To saturate media with speculation and talk While her family must hide or be stalked The world holds it's breath while her body is checked Only to tell us what we knew, she was a train wreck There is something sad in all of this There are priorities we've seemed to miss Since when did a junkie take top story While our men in arms take second glory I'm fairly certain that we'll go to Hell Take our souls to the devil and try to sell