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I'm the problem to your answersVictim of circumstancesThe feeling's lost--my nerves are tossedI ain't takin' no more chancesYou can have the last wordYou can call me a bastard'Cause right now here I amRoll me up in your blanketTouch me to your lipsSmoke me like a cigaretteOne hit you'll never missYou can have the last wordYou can call me a bastard'Cause right not here I amAnesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesiaOoh-ooh smoke yourself into a hazeSmoke yourself into a hazeI'm a drug that sets you freeYou don't need no pharmacyIt's freedom of corruption's rulesFreedom of anxietyAnesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesiaYou can have the last wordCall me a bastard
I'm the problem to your answersVictim of circumstancesThe feeling's lost--my nerves are tossedI ain't takin' no more chancesYou can have the last wordYou can call me a bastard'Cause right now here I amRoll me up in your blanketTouch me to your lipsSmoke me like a cigaretteOne hit you'll never missYou can have the last wordYou can call me a bastard'Cause right not here I amAnesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesiaOoh-ooh smoke yourself into a hazeSmoke yourself into a hazeI'm a drug that sets you freeYou don't need no pharmacyIt's freedom of corruption's rulesFreedom of anxietyAnesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesia, anesthesiaYou can have the last wordCall me a bastard