Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumors going round, gotta clear outta town,
smelling 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, on a killer typhoon,
I'm still 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 comes the deputy, try f___in' getta me,
gotta f___in' get up and run.
They got the sirens loose. I ran right out a juice.
They are gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell.

Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know

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