Stone Cold Crazy

Stone Cold Crazy
Sleepin' very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreamin' I was Al Capone
Rumor goin' round gotta clear outta town
Smellin' like a dry fish bone

Here come the law gonna break down the door
Gonna tear me away once more
Never never never want it any more
Gotta get away from the stone cold law
Crazy
Stone cold crazy yeah
Rainy afternoon got a killer typhoon
Playin' on my saxaphone
Anymore anymore cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from the stone cold law
Crazy
Stone cold crazy (lets go)
Walkin' down the street
Shootin' people that I meet
Fully loaded Tommy gun
Here come the deputy tryin' fuckin' gettin' me
Gotta fuckin' get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I run right outta juice
They're gonna put me in a cell if I can't go to hell
Lemme go to hell
Crazy
Stone cold crazy yeah
Un sábado por la mañana, dormía profundamente y soñaba que era Al Capone. Corre el rumor de que debo dejar la ciudad, con olor a un hueso de pescado seco. De repente llega la ley, van a derribar la puerta, van a llevarme de nuevo...