Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going round, gotta clear out of town,
Smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door,
Gonna carry me away once more
Never, never
Never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know!
Rainy afternoon, on a killer typhoon
And I'm playing with my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore
Cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know!
Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet,
Bullet loaded tommy gun
Here come the deputy
Try fuckin' gettin' me
Gotta fuckin' get up and run
They got the sirens lose,
I'm running out of juice
They're gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know

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