Teksty: Bad Religion. Against The Grain. Anesthesia.

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 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 to late
And caused a chain reaction,
I've been hanging out there for eleven long years
Like a church mouse where the cat has gone,
And looking at you now
Is driving me to distraction.