Metallica - Stone Cold Crazy

Sleepin' very soundly on a Saturday mornin',
I was dreamin' I was Al Capone
Rumors goin' round... Gotta' clear outta' town
Smellin' 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, yo!

Rainy afternoon, oughta' kill a typhoon
And she's playin' 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, shootin' people that I meet
Fully loaded Tommy Gun
Here come The Deputy... Try fucking gettin' 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, ya' know!  Yeah!