Metallica

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumor going round, gotta clear out of 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 anymore.
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.

Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know


Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon,
and it's a playing with my slide trombone.
Any more, anymore, can't take it anymore.
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor


Crazy, stone cold crazy


Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet,
full loaded Tommy gun.
Here come the deputy, try fuckin' gettin' me,
gotta fucking get up and run
They got the sirens loose, I'm running 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