Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumours going round, gotta clear out of town,
Smell like a dry fishbone.
Here come the law, gonna break down the door,
Carry me away once more.
Never, never, never want it anymore,
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.
trombone
walking
tommy
street
stone
slide
sirens
shooting
saturday
rumours
right
rainy
people
ought
never
playing
clear
smell
carry
cannot
gotta
typhoon
deputy
loaded
capone
afternoon
anymore
crazy
soundly
break
round
floor
dreaming
getting
fucking
fully
going
gonna
heaven
sleeping
morning
juice
loose
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