Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning. I was dreaming I was Al Capone. Rumor going 'round gotta clear outta town. Smelling like a dry fish bone. Here come the Law gonna break down the door. Carry me away once more. Never never never want it any more. Gotta get away from this stone cold floor. Crazy. Stone cold crazy you know. Rainy afternoon got a killer typhoon. Playing on 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 in my tommy-gun. Here come the deputy try fuckin' gettin' me. Gotta fuckin' get up and run. They got the sirens loose. I run right outta 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.