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