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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 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

Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon and she’s playing on the slide trombone

Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore, gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy, stone cold crazy, you, hey

Ah!

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet, fully loaded Tommy gun

Here come the deputy, trying 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, you, yeah