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.       The artist looked at the producer    The producer sat back    He said, What we have got here    Is a perfect track    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    Make sure he's alone    Send me a cheeseburger    And a new Rolling Stone.    Yeah.       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 kid blows my head off    Well, I play by their rules    That's why I'm doin' it my way    I took the law in my hands       So 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.    Yeah.       Now I come from a family    That 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 I could see him    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 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 sassin' back at the preacher    Then I grew up to be a fireman    Put out every fire in town    Put out anything smokin'    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.