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Crazy Mama
(Jagger/Richards)
Well you're crazy mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
And 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 gonna bust your knees with a bullet
Whoo!
Crazy mama
Ah yeah
Well your old time religion
Is just superstition
You're gonna pay high prices
For your sacrifices
Ah yeah
All your blood and thunder
Sure can't faze me none
If you gonna keep on coming
I'm gonna take it all head on
And if you don't believe I'm gonna do it
Just wait till y'all get hit by that bullet
You're crazy mother
I'm coming to get you now
Don't think I ain't thought about it
Sure make my shackles rise
Cold blood murder
Make me want to draw the line
Well you're crazy mother
With your ball and chain
You're plain psychotic
(Whoo)
Plain insane
And if you don't believe I'm gonna do it
Just wait for the thud of the bullet
(Whoo)
You're crazy mothers
Ah, yeah
You crazy mothers yeah
You crazy mothers yeah
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