| Well, the cop made the showdown
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| He was sure he was right
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| He had all of the lowdown
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| From the bank heist last night
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| His best friend was the robber
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| And his wife was a thief
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| All the children were killers
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| They couldn’t get no relief
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| The bungalow was surrounded
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| When a voice loud and clear
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| Said, Come on out
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| With your hands up Or we’ll blow you out of here.
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| There was a face in the window
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| The TV cameras rolled
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| Then they cut to the announcer
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| And the story was told.
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| The artist looked at the producer
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| The producer sat back
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| He said, What we have got here
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| Is a perfect track
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| But we don’t have a vocal
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| And we don’t have a song
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| If we could get
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| These things accomplished
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| Nothin' else could go wrong.
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| So he balanced the ashtray
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| As he picked up the phone
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| And said, Send me a songwriter
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| Who’s drifted far from home
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| And make sure that he’s hungry
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| Make sure he’s alone
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| Send me a cheeseburger
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| And a new Rolling Stone.
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| Yeah.
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| There’s still crime in the city,
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| Said the cop on the beat,
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| I don’t know if I can stop it I feel like meat on the street
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| They paint my car like a target
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| I take my orders from fools
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| Meanwhile some kid
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| Blows my head off
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| Well, I play by their rules
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| That’s why I’m doin' it my way
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| I took the law in my hands
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| So here I am in the alleyway
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| A wad of cash in my pants
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| I get paid by a ten year old
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| He says he looks up to me
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| There’s still crime in the city
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| But it’s good to be free.
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| Yeah.
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| Now I come from a family
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| That has a broken home
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| Sometimes I talk to Daddy
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| On the telephone
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| When he says that he loves me I know that he does
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| But I wish I could see him
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| I wish I knew where he was
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| But that’s the way
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| All my friends are
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| Except maybe one or two
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| Wish I could
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| See him this weekend
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| Wish I could walk in his shoes
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| But now I’m doin' my own thing
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| Sometimes I’m good, then I’m bad
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| Although my home has been broken
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| It’s the best home I ever had
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| Yeah.
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| Well, I keep gettin' younger
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| My life’s been funny that way
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| Before I ever learned to talk
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| I forgot what to say
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| I sassed back to my mom
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| I sassed back to my teacher
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| I got thrown out of Bible school
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| For sassin' back at the preacher
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| Then I grew up to be a fireman
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| Put out every fire in town
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| Put out anything smokin'
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| But when I put the hose down
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| The judge sent me to prison
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| He gave me life without parole
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| Wish I never put the hose down
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| Wish I never got old. |