Everybody's 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..........,
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 here for eleven long years like a church mouse
wondering where the cat as 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..........,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,
All good children go to heaven!

Writer : BRETT GUREWITZ
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group