Stone Cold Crazy (Live In Mexico City)

Stone cold motherfuckin' crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going 'round, gotta clear out of town
Smellin' like a dry fish bone

Here come the law, gonna break down the door
Carry me away once more
Never, never, never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you

Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon
And she's playing on the saxophone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you, hey

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
Fully loaded Tommy gun
Here comes the deputy, tryin' fucking getting me
Gotta fucking get up and run
They got the sirens loose, I run right 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
Hey

Thank you very much, my friends
We'll see you around
Thank for your support here, man, we love you
We'll see you around
Metallica says, "See ya"

Mexico City
Muy fuckin' bien
Muchas gracias, see ya

Mexico City, man
Thanks a lot for putting a lot in our shit the last week
You guys are fuckin' great
Also, thanks a lot for let us record the next Metallica live album here
Okay?
That's it motherfuckers
See you in a couple a years
See ya