text: Stone cold mother fucking crazy!
  Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
  I was dreaming I was Al Capone
  Rumors going round, got to clear out of town
  Smell like a dry fishbone
  Here come the law, going to break down the door
  Carry me away once more
  Never, never, never want it anymore
  Got to get away from this stone cold floor
  Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo!
  Yeah!
  Oh!
  Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon
  And she is playing on my slide trombone
  Anymore, anymore, can’t take it anymore
  Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
  Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo
  Hey!
  Oo yeah!
  Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
  Fully loaded Tommy gun
  Here come the deputy, try fucking getting me
  Gotta fucking get up and run
  They got the sirens loose, I run right out of juice
  They are going to put me in a cell
  If I cant go to heaven, let me go to hell
  Crazy
  Yeah!
  Stone cold mother fucking crazy! Yeah! Ooo!
  Thank you very much, my friends
  We’ll see you around
  Thank you for your support here, man, we love you
  We’ll see you around
  Metallica says, “See ya!”
  Mexico City! Mori fucking buen
  Muchas gracias! See ya!
  Mexico City, man! Thanks a lot for putting up with our shit here the last week
  You guys are fucking great!
  Also, thanks a lot for letting us record the next Metallica live album here, okay!
  That’s it, motherfuckers! See you in a couple years!
  See ya!