Neil Young - Crime In The City Lyrics
Well, the cop made the showdownHe was sure he was rightHe had all of the lowdownFrom the bank heist last nightHis best friend was the robberAnd his wife was a thiefAll the children were killersThey couldnt get no reliefThe bungalow was surroundedWhen a voice loud and clearSaid, come on out with your hands upOr well blow you out of here.There was a face in the windowThe tv cameras rolledThen they cut to the announcerAnd the story was told.The artist looked at the producerThe producer sat backHe said, what we have got hereIs a perfect trackBut we dont have a vocalAnd we dont have a songIf we could get these things accomplishedNothin else could go wrong.So he balanced the ashtrayAs he picked up the phoneAnd said, send me a songwriterWhos drifted far from homeAnd make sure that hes hungryMake sure hes aloneSend me a cheeseburgerAnd a new rolling stone.Yeah.Theres still crime in the city,Said the cop on the beat,I dont know if I can stop itI feel like meat on the streetThey paint my car like a targetI take my orders from foolsMeanwhile some kid blows my head offWell, I play by their rulesThats why Im doin it my wayI took the law in my handsSo here I am in the alleywayA wad of cash in my pantsI get paid by a ten year oldHe says he looks up to meTheres still crime in the cityBut its good to be free.Yeah.Now I come from a familyThat has a broken homeSometimes I talk to daddyOn the telephoneWhen he says that he loves meI know that he doesBut I wish I could see himI wish I knew where he wasBut thats the way all my friends areExcept maybe one or twoWish I could see him this weekendWish I could walk in his shoesBut now Im doin my own thingSometimes Im good, then Im badAlthough my home has been brokenIts the best home I ever hadYeah.Well, I keep gettin youngerMy lifes been funny that wayBefore I ever learned to talkI forgot what to sayI sassed back to my momI sassed back to my teacherI got thrown out of Bible schoolFor sassin back at the preacherThen I grew up to be a firemanPut out every fire in townPut out anything smokinBut when I put the hose downThe judge sent me to prisonHe gave me life without paroleWish I never put the hose downWish I never got old.
