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,
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:32.706]He was sure he was right
[00:36.201]He had all of the lowdown
[00:40.206]From the bank heist last night
[00:44.446]His best friend was the robber
[00:48.207]And his wife was a thief
[00:51.954]All the children were killers
[00:55.452]They couldn't get no relief
[00:58.701]The bungalow was surrounded
[01:02.196]When a voice loud and clear
[01:05.948]Said, Come on out with your hands up
[01:09.454]Or we'll blow you out of here.
[01:11.950]There was a face in the window
[01:14.946]The TV cameras rolled
[01:18.452]Then they cut to the announcer
[01:22.200]And the story was told.
[01:55.196]The artist looked at the producer
[01:58.947]The producer sat back
[02:02.453]He said, What we have got here
[02:05.956]Is a perfect track
[02:10.706]But we don't have a vocal
[02:13.955]And we don't have a song
[02:17.455]If we could get these things accomplished
[02:21.203]Nothin' else could go wrong.
[02:25.453]So he balanced the ashtray
[02:28.448]As he picked up the phone
[02:32.454]And said, Send me a songwriter
[02:35.702]Who's drifted far from home
[02:37.200]And make sure that he's hungry
[02:40.706]Make sure he's alone
[02:44.700]Send me a cheeseburger
[02:48.207]And a new Rolling Stone.
[02:51.947]Yeah.
[03:28.702]There's still crime in the city,
[03:39.451]I feel like meat on the street
[03:43.702]They paint my car like a target
[03:47.454]I take my orders from fools
[03:50.703]Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
[03:54.455]Well, I play by their rules
[03:58.449]That's why I'm doin' it my way
[04:01.456]I took the law in my hands
[04:05.204]So here I am in the alleyway
[04:09.197]A wad of cash in my pants
[04:10.696]I get paid by a ten year old
[04:15.446]He says he looks up to me
[04:19.451]There's still crime in the city
[04:22.947]But it's good to be free.
[05:07.201]Yeah.
[05:10.197]Now I come from a family
[05:13.703]That has a broken home
[05:17.197]Sometimes I talk to Daddy
[05:21.203]On the telephone
[05:25.454]When he says that he loves me
[05:28.956]I know that he does
[05:32.198]But I wish I could see him
[05:35.450]I wish I knew where he was
[05:39.697]But that's the way all my friends are
[05:42.451]Except maybe one or two
[05:45.945]Wish I could see him this weekend
[05:48.696]Wish I could walk in his shoes
[05:51.948]But now I'm doin' my own thing
[05:55.696]Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
[05:58.948]Although my home has been broken
[06:02.954]It's the best home I ever had
[06:37.701]Yeah.
[06:41.195]Well, I keep gettin' younger
[06:44.702]My life's been funny that way
[06:48.454]Before I ever learned to talk
[06:52.701]I forgot what to say
[06:55.954]I sassed back to my mom
[06:59.947]I sassed back to my teacher
[07:03.453]I got thrown out of Bible school
[07:06.948]For sassin' back at the preacher
[07:10.698]Then I grew up to be a fireman
[07:14.203]Put out every fire in town
[07:17.955]Put out anything smokin'
[07:19.706]But when I put the hose down
[07:28.018]The judge sent me to prison
[07:28.263]He gave me life without parole
[07:29.516]Wish I never put the hose down
[07:31.195]Wish I never got old
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,
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:32.706]He was sure he was right
[00:36.201]He had all of the lowdown
[00:40.206]From the bank heist last night
[00:44.446]His best friend was the robber
[00:48.207]And his wife was a thief
[00:51.954]All the children were killers
[00:55.452]They couldn't get no relief
[00:58.701]The bungalow was surrounded
[01:02.196]When a voice loud and clear
[01:05.948]Said, Come on out with your hands up
[01:09.454]Or we'll blow you out of here.
[01:11.950]There was a face in the window
[01:14.946]The TV cameras rolled
[01:18.452]Then they cut to the announcer
[01:22.200]And the story was told.
[01:55.196]The artist looked at the producer
[01:58.947]The producer sat back
[02:02.453]He said, What we have got here
[02:05.956]Is a perfect track
[02:10.706]But we don't have a vocal
[02:13.955]And we don't have a song
[02:17.455]If we could get these things accomplished
[02:21.203]Nothin' else could go wrong.
[02:25.453]So he balanced the ashtray
[02:28.448]As he picked up the phone
[02:32.454]And said, Send me a songwriter
[02:35.702]Who's drifted far from home
[02:37.200]And make sure that he's hungry
[02:40.706]Make sure he's alone
[02:44.700]Send me a cheeseburger
[02:48.207]And a new Rolling Stone.
[02:51.947]Yeah.
[03:28.702]There's still crime in the city,
[03:39.451]I feel like meat on the street
[03:43.702]They paint my car like a target
[03:47.454]I take my orders from fools
[03:50.703]Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
[03:54.455]Well, I play by their rules
[03:58.449]That's why I'm doin' it my way
[04:01.456]I took the law in my hands
[04:05.204]So here I am in the alleyway
[04:09.197]A wad of cash in my pants
[04:10.696]I get paid by a ten year old
[04:15.446]He says he looks up to me
[04:19.451]There's still crime in the city
[04:22.947]But it's good to be free.
[05:07.201]Yeah.
[05:10.197]Now I come from a family
[05:13.703]That has a broken home
[05:17.197]Sometimes I talk to Daddy
[05:21.203]On the telephone
[05:25.454]When he says that he loves me
[05:28.956]I know that he does
[05:32.198]But I wish I could see him
[05:35.450]I wish I knew where he was
[05:39.697]But that's the way all my friends are
[05:42.451]Except maybe one or two
[05:45.945]Wish I could see him this weekend
[05:48.696]Wish I could walk in his shoes
[05:51.948]But now I'm doin' my own thing
[05:55.696]Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
[05:58.948]Although my home has been broken
[06:02.954]It's the best home I ever had
[06:37.701]Yeah.
[06:41.195]Well, I keep gettin' younger
[06:44.702]My life's been funny that way
[06:48.454]Before I ever learned to talk
[06:52.701]I forgot what to say
[06:55.954]I sassed back to my mom
[06:59.947]I sassed back to my teacher
[07:03.453]I got thrown out of Bible school
[07:06.948]For sassin' back at the preacher
[07:10.698]Then I grew up to be a fireman
[07:14.203]Put out every fire in town
[07:17.955]Put out anything smokin'
[07:19.706]But when I put the hose down
[07:28.018]The judge sent me to prison
[07:28.263]He gave me life without parole
[07:29.516]Wish I never put the hose down
[07:31.195]Wish I never got old
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There's a shadow running through my days
Like a beggar goin' from door to door
I...
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Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were
Old man, look at my life
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I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more
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