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Crime in the City (Live) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
"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 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"
Freedom
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
[Verse 2]
"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 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"
Freedom
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
Well I come from a family
It 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
[Guitar Break]
[Verse 4]
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 momma
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For giving a finger to 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
Wish I never got old
Old
Old
[Verse 3]
Well I come from a family
It 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
[Guitar Break]
[Verse 4]
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 momma
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For giving a finger to 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
Wish I never got old
Old
Old
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- 2.Crime in the City (Live)
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Vocals
Guitar
Bass
Drums
Recorded At
Civic Arena, Pittsburgh (Feb 17, 1991)
Released on
October 23, 1991
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