| Lyrics: | Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumours going
round, gotta clear out of town,
Smell like a dry fishbone.
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, ought to kill a 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.
Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet,
Fully
loaded Tommy gun.
Here come the deputy, try fucking getting me,
Gotta fucking get up and
run.
They got the sirens loose, I ran 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 |
