Stone Cold Crazy (Live at Wembley Stadium, London, 1992) [feat. Tony Iommi] Lyrics

A-one, two, three, four

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming, I was Al Capone
Rumour going 'round, gotta clear out of town
Smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door
Gonna 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
Yeah

Rainy afternoon and the killer typhoon is
Playing with my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor

Crazy, stone-cold crazy, you know
Hey!

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
Fully loaded Tommy gun
Here come the deputy, he's gonna come and getta me
I gotta go get me get up and run
They got the sirens loose, I ran 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

Whoa, yeah!
James Hetfield!