| Stone Cold Crazy |
| Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone there's Rumor going 'round, gotta clear outta town i'm Smelling like a dry fish bone Here comes the Law, gonna break down the door, gonna Carry me away once more Never, never, never want it any more Gotta get away from this stone cold floor Crazy Stone cold crazy, you know Rainy afternoon, i got a blow a typhoon, Playing on 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, Fully loaded tommy gun, Here comes the deputy, try fuckin' gettin' me Gotta fuckin' get up and run They got the sirens loose I run right outta juice They're gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven will they Let me go to hell? Crazy Stone cold crazy, you know |