With your ball and chain, yeah
You're crazy Mama, yeah
Scorn my name
Is just a superstition
If your going to keep on coming
You're crazy Mama, yeah
But it sure makes my shackles rise
God, just wait till you get hit by that bullet
And that don't mean a doggone thing
Sure can't faze me none
If you don't believe I'm going to do it
You can scandalize me
'Cause if you really think you can push it
For your sacrifices, ah yeah
And your sawn off shotgun
Your blown out brains, yeah
You going to pay high prices
Well your old time religion
You're crazy Mama, yeah
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet
God, just wait for the thud of the bullet
Now c'mon we gotta get your blow
Make me want to draw the line, yeah
And cold blood murder
Well you're crazy Mama
You're crazy Mama, yeah
I'm gonna take it all head on
You can steal my money
You're crazy Mama, yeah
If you don't believe I'm gonna do it
Don't think I ain't thought about it
Plain psychotic, plain insane
Well your blood and thunder
