Music

Stone Cold Crazy

Written By Mercury/May/Taylor/Deacon

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going round, gotta clear out of town
Smelling like a dry fish bone

Here come the law, gonna break down the door
Gonna 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, on a killer typhoon
And I'm playing with 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
Bullet loaded tommy gun
Here come the deputy
Try fucking gettin' me
Gotta fucking get up and run

They got the sirens lose, I'm running 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