paroles de chanson Stone Cold Crazy (Live) - Metallica

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumors going 'round, gotta clear out of town
Smellin' like a dry fish bone
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 saxophone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you, hey
Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
Fully loaded Tommy gun
Here comes the deputy, tryin' 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 know, hey