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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
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