Stone Cold Crazy (Queen cover)

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone Rumors going round, gotta clear out of town, smelling 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 Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon and she’s playing on the slide trombone Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore, gotta get away from this stone cold floor Crazy, stone cold crazy, you, hey Ah! Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet, fully loaded Tommy gun Here come the deputy, trying fucking getting me, gotta fucking get up and run They got the sirens loose, I run 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, yeah