| Lyrics: | Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going
'round, gotta clear outta 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 any
more
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you
know
Rainy afternoon, got a killer 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,
Bullet in my tommy-gun
Here come 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
Let me go to
hell
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know |
