Metallica - Stone Cold Crazy текст песни

GARAGE INC. (1998)

(Mercury, May, Taylor, Deacon)
Originally recorded by Queen in 1974

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 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 know

Rainy afternoon, on a killer typhoon,
I'm still playing on my slide trombone.
Anymore, anymore, gotta take it anymore.
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.

Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know

Walking on the street, shooting people that I meet,
with full loaded tommy gun.
Here comes the deputy, try fuckin' getta me,
gotta fuckin' get up and run.
They got the sirens loose. I ran right out a juice.
They are gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven
will they let me go to hell.

Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know