Sleeping
very
soundly
on
a
Saturday
morning,
I
was
dreaming
I
was
Al
Capone.
Rumours
going
round,
gotta
clear
out
of
town,
Smell
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,
ought
to
kill
a
typhoon,
And
she's
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,
Fully
loaded
Tommy
gun.
Here
come
the
deputy,
try
fucking
getting
me,
Gotta
fucking
get
up
and
run.
They
got
the
sirens
loose,
I
ran
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,
yeah.