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Metallica: Stone Cold Crazy

Metallica: Stone Cold Crazy .

 

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumours 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, you know

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, 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're gonna put me in a cell,
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know, yeah

/ Metallica: Stone Cold Crazy
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