Metallica - Stone Cold Crazy

Metallica - 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
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, yo

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, yo, hey

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, yo, yeah