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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 with your hands up |
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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 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 |
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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 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 |
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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 all my friends are |
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Except maybe one or two |
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Wish I could 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. |
