Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumors going 'round, gotta clear out of town
Smelling 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 know

Rainy afternoon, on a killer typhoon
And she's 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
Hey!

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
Fully loaded Tommy gun
Here come the deputy
Try fucking gettin' 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, you know
Yeah!