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 cant go to hell
lemme go to hell
crazy
stone cold crazy yeah