Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumour going around, gotta clear outta town
Smell like a dry fishbone
Here come the law, gonna break down my door
Carry me away once more
Never, never, never wanted any more
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, ya know
Rainy afternoon gotta blow a typhoon
and I'm playing on my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, ya know
Walking down the street shooting people that I meet
With my fully loaded tommy gun
Here come the deputy, he'll try fuckin getting me
I 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, let me go to hell
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, ya know
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