Crazy Mama (Remastered 2005) - The Rolling Stones

Well you're crazy Mama

With your ball and chain

And your sawn off shotgun

Your 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

You're crazy Mama yeah

Well your old time religion

Is just a superstition

You going to pay high prices

For your sacrifices ah yeah

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

God just wait till

You get hit by that bullet

You're crazy Mama yeah

Now c'mon

We gotta get your blow

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 yeah

Well you're crazy Mama

With your ball and chain yeah

Plain psychotic plain insane

If you don't believe I'm gonna do it

God just wait for the

Thud of the bullet

You're crazy Mama yeah

You're crazy Mama yeah

You're crazy Mama yeah