Children's Story Lyrics - Martina Topley-bird

Once upon a time not long ago 

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow 

When laws were stern and justice stood 

And people were behavin' like they ought too good 

There lived a lil' boy who was misled 

By another little boy and this is what he said 

"Me and you tonight are gonna make some cash 

Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash" 

They did the job, money came with ease 

But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease 

He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha 

Tried to rob a man who was a duty undercover 

The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic 

He said, "Keep still, boy, no need for static" 

Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap 

But little did he know the little boy was strapped? 

The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why ya hit me ?" 

The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney 

The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure 

"I'll do years, if I pull this trigger" 

So he cold dashed and ran around the block 

Cop radios it to another lady cop 

He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister 

A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her 

Looked around good and from expectations 

So he decided, he'd head for the subway stations 

But she was coming and he made a left 

He was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath 

Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him 

Then he made his move to an abandoned building 

Ran up the stairs up to the top floor 

Opened up the door there, guess who he saw? 

Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope 

Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap 

He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" 

The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun 

He went outside but there was cops all over 

Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova 

Raced up the block doing 83 

Crashed into a tree near a university 

Escaped alive though the car was battered 

Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered 

Ran out of bullets and still had static 

Grabbed a pregnant lady, got out the automatic 

Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead 

He told the cops, "Back off or honey here's dead" 

Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong 

So he let the lady go and he starts to run on 

Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded 

Before long the little boy got surrounded 

He dropped the gun, so went the glory 

And this is the way I must end this story 

He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream 

The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream 

This ain't funny, so don't ya dare laugh 

Just another case 'bout the wrong path 

Straight 'n narrow or your soul gets cashed