Crime In The City (sixty To Zero Part 1) Lyrics

Crime In The City (sixty To Zero Part 1) 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 fromools

 Meanwhile some kid blows my head off

 Well I play by their rules

 That's why I''m doin' int 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

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