Central Booking - Bishop Allen

Sunday night in central booking

Hope no one I know is looking in on where I am, on where I’ve been

To add to my list of disgraces, they took my belt and my shoelaces

Yet, I’m not a threat, no, not like that

And when I stand for my defense

Should I protest my innocence

Or should I say, «I know I was wrong»

Because despite all the evidence

The photograph and the fingerprints

I don’t need to stay here

I don’t belong, I don’t belong, I don’t belong

When I saw them coming for me, I knew that I was disorderly

How could that be?

I felt so free

Ran a block then, took a tumble

Handcuffs lock and I just mumble

«No, don’t make me go, don’t make me go»

And when I stand for my defense

Should I protest my innocence

Or should I say, «I know I was wrong»?

Because despite all the evidence

The photograph and the fingerprints

I don’t need to stay here

I don’t belong, I don’t belong, I don’t belong

Share a cell with little hellions caught up in some teen rebellion

But I don’t know what still makes them strut

Use the phone but no one answers

That guy swears he’s just a dancer

And we all misunderstand

Sunday night in central booking

Hope no one I know is looking in on where I am or where I’ve been

Where have I been?