[Verse 1]

Ooh, 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 and not in cancer

But she's floating in a vat of rotting grain

Anesthetized

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

Anesthetized, they find it thrilling

Track it down, don't try to kill it

God looks on, no comment either way

Anesthetized, they find it thrilling

Track it down, don't try to kill it

God looks on, no comment either way

Anesthetized

[Verse 3]

Dear Johnny Crayon, in his technicolor rayon

All the kids at school, they call him

Cartoon queer, ka-ka-ka-ka-queer

Found his incision, now they've sending him to prison

And his cellmate's pouring lava in his ears

[Chorus]

Anesthetized, they find it thrilling

Track it down, don't try to kill it

God looks on, no comment either way

Anesthetized, they find it thrilling

Track it down, don't try to kill it

God looks on, no comment either way

Anesthetized

Anesthetized, they find it thrilling

Track it down, don't try to kill it

God looks on, no comment either way

Anesthetized, they find it thrilling

Track it down, don't try to kill it

God looks on, no comment either way

Anesthetized

[Outro]

Anesthetized