Crime Rate - Acoustic
He was waitin',
Like a black cat,
For the woman he loved he told her,
He would not take it.
She was frightened,
By his violence,
And the scream that she made oh!
Then there was silence.
The crime rate's going up
The crime rate's going up
The crime rate's going up
The crime rate's going up
Oh the crime rate's going up for all of us,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up.
He was taken,
To the courthouse,
When they told him that his life must end,
He was shakin'
Then they strapped him,
To the big chair
He was begging and screaming for mercy,
God he'd killed her, (And that was his sentence)
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up
Oh the crime rate's going up for all of us,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up.
So if you go,
To the graveyard,
Tell the poor girl he loved her so,
He told her but she did not want to know, no
He told the girl he'd kill her whoa.
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rates going up,
The crime rates going up
Oh the crime rate's going up for all of us,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rates going up.
And up
And up
And up
So if you go,
To the graveyard,
He told the poor girl he loved her so,
He told her but she did not want to know, no
He told the girl he'd kill her whoa.
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's
Like a black cat,
For the woman he loved he told her,
He would not take it.
She was frightened,
By his violence,
And the scream that she made oh!
Then there was silence.
The crime rate's going up
The crime rate's going up
The crime rate's going up
The crime rate's going up
Oh the crime rate's going up for all of us,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up.
He was taken,
To the courthouse,
When they told him that his life must end,
He was shakin'
Then they strapped him,
To the big chair
He was begging and screaming for mercy,
God he'd killed her, (And that was his sentence)
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up
Oh the crime rate's going up for all of us,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up.
So if you go,
To the graveyard,
Tell the poor girl he loved her so,
He told her but she did not want to know, no
He told the girl he'd kill her whoa.
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rates going up,
The crime rates going up
Oh the crime rate's going up for all of us,
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rates going up.
And up
And up
And up
So if you go,
To the graveyard,
He told the poor girl he loved her so,
He told her but she did not want to know, no
He told the girl he'd kill her whoa.
The crime rate's going up,
The crime rate's
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Stanway, Philip Parris Lynott, Larence Martin Archer
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