Anesthesia
Bad Religion
Against the Grain, All Ages
Everybody’s 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
When she looked my way something mad as hell came over me yeah
Anesthesia, mona lisa, i've got a little gun, here comes oblivion
I never loved you, how did you find me
The cops’ll never prove complicity now anna
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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 too late and caused a chain reaction
I've been hanging out here for eleven long years like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone
And looking at you now is driving me to distraction
Anesthesia, mona lisa, i've got a little gun, here comes oblivion
I never loved you, how did you find me
The cops’ll never prove complicity now anna
One two three four five six seven
All good children go to heaven
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