Эдакое зарождение трэш-метала

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming 
I was Al Capone 
There's [bad word] going round, gotta clear outa town 
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone  [bad word] the Law, gonna break down the door, gonna carry me 
away once more 
Never, never, never get it any more 
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor 
Crazy 
Stone cold crazy, you know 

Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon and I'm 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 with  [bad word] tommy water gun  [bad word] the deputy, he's [bad word] and getta me 
I gotta get me get up [bad word] 
They got the sirens loose 
I ran outa juice 
They're gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven 
Will they let me go to [bad word] 
Crazy 
Stone cold crazy, you know