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Crazy Mama By 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
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