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Lyrics for Crime In The City by Neil Young:
| | | Artist: | Neil Young |
| | Album: | Weld | | Track: | Crime In The City | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 263 | | | | 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 | | | |
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