Viewing Lyrics for Crime In The City (Sixty To Zero Part 1):

Artist:Young Neil
Taken from the album Freedom by Young Neil
Track:Crime In The City (Sixty To Zero Part 1)
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
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
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
take my orders fromools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well I play by their
That's why I''m doin' int my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in the
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."

I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see
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 talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my
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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