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.