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 cumplicity now, Anna
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8)
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 spawned 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 cumplicity now, Anna
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8)
All good children go to heaven!