Crime In The City Lyrics

 Well the cop made the showdown
 He was sure he was right
 He had all of the lowdown
 From the bank heist last night
 His best friend was the robber
 And his wife was a thief
 All the children were killers
 They couldn't get no relief
 The bungalow was surrounded
 When a voice loud and clear
 Said, "Come on out with your hands up
 Or we'll blow you out ofhere."
 There was a face in the window
 The TV cameras rolled
 Then they cut to the announcer
 And the story was told
 
 The artist looked at the producer
 The producer sat back
 He said, "What we have got here
 Is a perfect track
 But we don't have a vocal
 And we don't have a song
 If we could get these things accomplished
 Nothin' else could go wrong."
 So he balanced the ashtray
 As he picked up the phone
 And said, "Send me a songwriter
 Who's drifted far from home
 And make sure that he's hungry
 Make sure he's alone
 Send me a cheeseburger
 And a new Rolling Stone."
 Yeah
 
 "There's still crime in the city,"
 Said the cop on the beat,
 "I don't know if I can stop it
 I feel like meat on the street
 They paint my car like a target
 I take my orders from ools
 Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
 Well I play by their rules
 That's why I'm doin' it my way
 I took the law in my hands
 So here I am in the alleyway
 A wad of cash in my pants
 I get paid by a ten year old
 He says he looks up to me
 There's still crime in the city
 But it's good to be free."
 Yeah
 
 Now I come from a family
 That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
 On the telephone
 When he says that he loves me
 I know that he does
 But I wish I could see him
 I wish I knew where he was
 But that's the way all my friends are
 Except maybe one or two
 Wish I could see him this weekend
 Wish I could walk in his shoes
 But now I'm doin' my own thing
 Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
 Although my home has been broken
 It's the best home I ever had
 Yeah
 
 Well I keep gettin' younger
 My lie's been funny that way
 Before I ever learned to talk
 I forgot what to say
 I sassed back to my mom
 I sassed back to my teacher
 I got thrown out of Bible school
 For sassin' back to the preacher
 Then I grew up to be a firemaan
 Put out every fire in town
 Put out anything smokin'
 But when I put the hose down
 The judge sent me to prison
 He gave me life without parole
 Wish I never put the hose down
 Wish I never got old