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