Songtexte Anesthesia - Bad Religion
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                too 
                                                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, 
                                                my 
                                                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 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                 
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2 Turn On the Light
3 Walk Away
4 Quality or Quantity
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6 Misery and Famine
7 21st Century
8 God Song
9 Operation Rescue
10 Against the Grain
11 Entropy
12 Faith Alone
13 Flat Earth Society
14 Anesthesia
15 The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking
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17 Get Off
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19 The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking
20 Anesthesia
21 Flat Earth Society
22 Against the Grain
23 Operation Rescue
24 God Song
25 Misery and Famine
26 Quality or Quantity
27 Walk Away
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