Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Crime In The City, слова песни NEIL YOUNG

Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Crime In The City

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Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Crime In The City

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 killers( )They couldn't get no reliefThe bungalow was surroundedWhen a voice loud and clearSaid, Come on outwith your hands upOr we'll 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 don't have a vocalAnd we don't have a songIf we could getthese things accomplishedNothin' else could go wrong.So he balanced the ashtrayAs he picked up the phoneAnd said, Send me a songwriterWho's drifted far from homeAnd make sure that he's hungryMake sure he's aloneSend me a cheeseburgerAnd 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 itI feel like meat on the streetThey paint my car like a targetI take my orders from foolsMeanwhile some kidblows my head offWell, I play by their rulesThat's why I'm 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 meThere's still crime in the cityBut it's 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 that's the wayall my friends areExcept maybe one or twoWish I couldsee him this weekendWish I could walk in his shoesBut now I'm doin' my own thingSometimes I'm good, then I'm badAlthough my home has been brokenIt's the best home I ever hadYeah.Well, I keep gettin' youngerMy life's 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 smokin'But 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.

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Crime In The City

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