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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCrazy Mama
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)Well you're crazy MamaWith your ball and chainAnd your sawn off shotgunBlown out brains, yeahYou can scandalize meScorn my nameYou can steal my moneyAnd that don't mean a doggone thingCause if you really think you can push itI'm going to bust your knees with a bulletYour crazy mama, ah yeahWell your old time religionIs just a superstitionYou going to pay high pricesFor your sacrificisesWell your blood and thunderSure can't faze me noneIf your going to keep on comingI'm gonna take it all head onIf you don't believe I'm going to do itJust wait till you get hit by that bulletDon't think I ain't thought about itBut it sure makes my shackles riseAnd cold blood murderMake me want to draw the lineWell your crazy mamaWith your ball and chainPlain psychoticPlain insaneIf you don't think I'm gonna do itJust wait for the thud of the bullet
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