Sunday night in central booking
Hope no one I know is looking
In on where I am or 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?