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