Neil Young & Crazy Horse — Crime in the City Weld Version

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 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 I come from a family It 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 it 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 I sassed back to my mom 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