מילים לשיר Crime In The City – Neil Young

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
All the children were killers
And his wife was a thief
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 ofhere."
The TV cameras rolled
There was a face in the window
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
Is a perfect track
He said, "What we have got here
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
Send me a cheeseburger
Make sure he's alone
And a new Rolling Stone."
Yeah "There's still crime in the city,"
"I don't know if I can stop it
Said the cop on the beat,
I feel like meat on the street
I take my orders from ools
They paint my car like a target
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well I play by their rules
I took the law in my hands
That's why I'm doin' it my way
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
There's still crime in the city
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
But it's good to be free." Now I come from a family
Yeah
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
But I wish I could see him
I know that he does
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 lie'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
Then I grew up to be a firemaan
Put out every fire in town
For sassin' back to the preacher
But when I put the hose down
Put out anything smokin'
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never got old Wish I never put the hose down.