The Rolling Stones — Crazy Mama

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 Because if you really think you can push it I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet You're crazy mama, ah yeah Well your old time religion Is just a superstition You going to pay high prices For your sacrifices Well your blood and thunder Sure can't phase me none If your going to keep on coming I'm going to take it all head on If you don't believe I'm going to do it Just wait until 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 you're crazy mama With your ball and chain You're plain psychotic Plain insane If you don't believe I'm gonna do it Just wait for the thud of the bullet