Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
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 reasonI 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 meAnesthesia, 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, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
All good children go to heavenI 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 reactionI'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 distractionAnesthesia, 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, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
All good children go to heavenI never loved you
I never loved you
I never loved you
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