Tekster:
Anestesya

A good impression of myself Not much to conceal I'm saying nothing But I'm saying nothing with feel I simply am not here No way I.. Shut up,

comercializó el ataud. Oh no! No echen. Sobre mi, su error. No! No tapen la luz. Con la enorme cruz de su desviación. La gran masa anestesiada

I'm burning out the TV tubes It's three o'clock and I'm confused 'Cause commitment is so complete It's burning little holes in me I know that I might

It was dark On that road to heaven As she watched A thousand cars go by She stood In that dirty alley Her face Staring at the light She hangs around Everywhere

I see you comin' down Your life is flashin before ya I see you comin' round You're talking over and over You know I tried to please ya You're under anesthesia

Tries to preach us in the dark By the river I hear you talking Strike a match to Western sky Blowing fire in the sweet Sweet summertime, alright Eyes

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

Do you need some anesthesia just to make it this time Or would it now only please you if I stepped out of line Oh I got a habit of falling back to the

Everybody wonders what anaesthetists do while the patient is asleep. Everybody wonders what we do for three hours while that machine goes beep. Everybody