(M. Jagger/K. Richards). Well you're crazy Mama. With your ball and chain. And your sawn off shotgun. Blown out brains yeah. You can scandalize me. Scorn my name. You can steal my money. And that don't mean a doggone thing. Cause if you really think you can push it. I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet. Your crazy mama ah yeah. Well your old time religion. Is just a superstition. You going to pay high prices. For your sacrificises. Well your blood and thunder. Sure can't faze me none. If your going to keep on coming. I'm gonna take it all head on. If you don't believe I'm going to do it. Just wait till you get hit by that bullet. Don't think I ain't thought about it. But it sure makes my shackles rise. And cold blood murder. Make me want to draw the line. Well your crazy mama. With your ball and chain. Plain psychotic. Plain insane. If you don't think I'm gonna do it. Just wait for the thud of the bullet.