Lyrics Anesthetize - Brainiac

Anesthetize

Poor Mr. Loach
He’s polite beyond reproach
And he thanks them all for fucking up his brain
Claims he’s found the answer
Not in Christ not in cancer
But she’s floating in a vat of rotting grain
Anesthetize
Old lady Seaver
She’s so handy with a cleaver
And she cuts the finger sandwiches with care
Her children ran away
Now she’s taken in some stray
He’s always hiding firecrackers in her hair
Anesthetized
They find it thrilling
Track it down
Don’t try to kill it
God looks down
No comment either way
Anesthetized
They find it thrilling
Track it down
Don’t try to kill it
God looks down
No comment either way
Dear Johnny Crayon
In his technicolor rayon
All the kids at school they call him
Cartoon queer
Ka-ka-QUEER
Found his incision
Now they’ve sent him off to prison
And his cellmate’s pouring lava in his ears
Anesthetized
They find it thrilling
Track it down
Don’t try to kill it
God looks down
No comment either way
Anesthetized
They find it thrilling
Track it down
Don’t try to kill it
God looks down
No comment either way
Anesthetized
Anesthetized
They find it thrilling
Track it down
Don’t try to kill it
God looks down
No comment either way
Anesthetized
They find it thrilling
Track it down
Don’t try to kill it
God looks down
No comment either way
Anesthetized
Anesthetized