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.