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 prove complicity now, Anna (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight) 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 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 will never prove complicity now, Anna (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight) All good children go to heaven