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 the 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
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
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 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