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
Compositores: Brian Harold May (PRS), Frederick Mercury (PRS), John Richard Deacon (PRS), Roger Andrew Taylor (PRS)Editores: In Place Of Strife Music (PRS), Bishop Music (PRS)Publicado em 2007 (11/Set) e lançado em 2007 (30/Set)ECAD verificado obra #69182 e fonograma #1250507 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM