|
|
|
- 390,531 lyrics
- 24,313 artists
|
|
|
Lyrics for Crime In The City Sixty To Zero Part 1 by Neil Young:
| | | Artist: | Neil Young |
| | Album: | Freedom | | Track: | Crime In The City Sixty To Zero Part 1 | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 225 | | | | 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
| | | |
 Reddit
|
|
More Neil Young Lyrics:
|
|
|
