Well you're crazy Mama

With your ball and chain

And your sawn off shotgun

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 going to bust your knees
With a bullet

You're crazy Mama  yeah

Well your old time religion

Is just a superstition

You going to pay high prices

For your sacrifices  ah yeah

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

God  just wait till
You get hit by that bullet

You're crazy Mama  yeah

Now c'mon
We gotta get your blow

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  yeah

Well you're crazy Mama

With your ball and chain  yeah

Plain psychotic  plain insane

If you don't believe I'm gonna do it

God  just wait for the
Thud of the bullet

You're crazy Mama  yeah

You're crazy Mama  yeah

You're crazy Mama  yeah