Lyrics:
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 killersThey couldn't get no reliefThe bungalow was surroundedWhen a voice loud and clearSaid, come on out with 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 get these 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 kid blows 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 way all my friends areExcept maybe one or twoWish I could see 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.