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