Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumor's going round, gotta get outta town and
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone.
Here come the Law,
Gonna break down the door,
Gonna carry me away once more.

Walking down the street,
Shooting people that I meet.
Fully loaded tommy gun.
Here come the deputy,
Gonna come get me
And lock my hard ass up.
They're gonna put me in a cell,
And I'm gonna go to hell
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Rainy afternoon, falling like a typhoon
Listening to jail-rock blues.
Anymore, anymore,
Can't take it anymore.
They got the sirens loose
I ran right outta juice
If I can't go to heaven
Will they let me go to hell
And get rid of this stone cold floor?

Crazy.
Stone cold crazy, ya know?