From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Crime in the City
Date: Sun Jul  3 00:06:23 1994

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 T.V. cameras rolled.
Then they cut to the announcer 
And the story was told.

The artist looked a 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
Nothing 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 hunger
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 blow's my head off
Well I play by their rules.
Thet's why I'm doing 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."
Yeah

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 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.
Yeah

Well I keep getting 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 sassing back at the preacher.

Then 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.