Texty: Bad Religion. Anesthesia.

Everybody is talking about the girl
Who went and killed the delivery man,
But she looks so kind and gentle,
It just doesn't stand to reason,
I saw her right there just the other night
As stately as a slot machine,
But when she looked my way something mad
As hell came over me,
Anesthesia, Mona Lisa, I've got a little gun,
Here comes oblivion,
I never loved you, how did you find me?
The cops will never complicity now, Anna . . .
All good children go to heaven!
I remember your face that august night
When we lied about the beautiful time to come
And that crazy old man who came much to late
And caused a chain reaction,
I've been hanging out there for eleven long years
Like a church mouse where the cat has gone,
And looking at you now
Is driving me to distraction.