Metallica - Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone Rumors going round, got to clear out of town Smell like a dry fishbone Here come the law, going to break down the door Carry me away once more Never, never, never want it anymore Got to get away from this stone cold floor Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon And she is playing on my slide trombone Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore Gotta get away from this stone cold floor Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know 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 are going to put me in a cell If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know