Viewing Lyrics for Crime In The City:

Artist:Young Neil
Taken from the album Weld by Young Neil
Track:Crime In The City
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
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
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was
When a voice loud and clear
Said, "Come on out with your hands up
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
The producer sat back
He said, "What we have got here
Is a perfect
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."

"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
Well I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my
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."

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

Well I keep gettin' younger
My lie's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to
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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