Crime in the City by Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
From the album Weld (1991). NYPD Chevrolet Impala.
Well the cop made a 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 thief
All their 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.
"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 punk blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants.
I got 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."
Freedom!
Well I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to my daddy
On the telephone.
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish that I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
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 doing 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 getting younger
My life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
Sassed back to my momma
Sassed back to my teacher
Got thrown out of Bible school
For givin' a finger to the preacher
And I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smoking
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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