Stone Cold Crazy

                        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

Originally released by Queen in 1974 on the Sheer Heart Attack album.

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