Song | Crazy Mama |
Artist | The Rolling Stones |
Album | Pearls At Swine 1978 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Jagger/Richards Music:Jagger/Richards | |
Well you're crazy Mama | |
With your ball and chain | |
And your sawn off shotgun | |
Blown out brains, yeah | |
You can scandalize me | |
Scorn my name | |
You can steal my money | |
And that don't mean a doggone thing | |
Cause if you really think you can push it | |
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet | |
Your crazy mama, ah yeah | |
Well your old time religion | |
Is just a superstition | |
You going to pay high prices | |
For your sacrificises | |
Well your blood and thunder | |
Sure can't faze me none | |
If your going to keep on coming | |
I'm gonna take it all head on | |
If you don't believe I'm going to do it | |
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet | |
Don't think I ain't thought about it | |
But it sure makes my shackles rise | |
And cold blood murder | |
Make me want to draw the line | |
Well your crazy mama | |
With your ball and chain | |
Plain psychotic | |
Plain insane | |
If you don't think I'm gonna do it | |
Just wait for the thud of the bullet |
Lyrics: Jagger Richards Music: Jagger Richards | |
Well you' re crazy Mama | |
With your ball and chain | |
And your sawn off shotgun | |
Blown out brains, yeah | |
You can scandalize me | |
Scorn my name | |
You can steal my money | |
And that don' t mean a doggone thing | |
Cause if you really think you can push it | |
I' m going to bust your knees with a bullet | |
Your crazy mama, ah yeah | |
Well your old time religion | |
Is just a superstition | |
You going to pay high prices | |
For your sacrificises | |
Well your blood and thunder | |
Sure can' t faze me none | |
If your going to keep on coming | |
I' m gonna take it all head on | |
If you don' t believe I' m going to do it | |
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet | |
Don' t think I ain' t thought about it | |
But it sure makes my shackles rise | |
And cold blood murder | |
Make me want to draw the line | |
Well your crazy mama | |
With your ball and chain | |
Plain psychotic | |
Plain insane | |
If you don' t think I' m gonna do it | |
Just wait for the thud of the bullet |
Lyrics: Jagger Richards Music: Jagger Richards | |
Well you' re crazy Mama | |
With your ball and chain | |
And your sawn off shotgun | |
Blown out brains, yeah | |
You can scandalize me | |
Scorn my name | |
You can steal my money | |
And that don' t mean a doggone thing | |
Cause if you really think you can push it | |
I' m going to bust your knees with a bullet | |
Your crazy mama, ah yeah | |
Well your old time religion | |
Is just a superstition | |
You going to pay high prices | |
For your sacrificises | |
Well your blood and thunder | |
Sure can' t faze me none | |
If your going to keep on coming | |
I' m gonna take it all head on | |
If you don' t believe I' m going to do it | |
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet | |
Don' t think I ain' t thought about it | |
But it sure makes my shackles rise | |
And cold blood murder | |
Make me want to draw the line | |
Well your crazy mama | |
With your ball and chain | |
Plain psychotic | |
Plain insane | |
If you don' t think I' m gonna do it | |
Just wait for the thud of the bullet |