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Neil Young
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Crime In the City (Sixty to Zero Part I)
Lyricist:Neil Young
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 a 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 of here'
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 fools Meanwhile some kid blows my head off Well, I play by their rules
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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'
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 life'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 at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman 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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