Stone Cold Crazy (Live at Wembley Stadium, London - 1992)

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!