Crime In The City lyrics

Artist  : Young Neil 
Song : Crime In The City
 
												
														   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