She was bruised and battered, pain was all that she felt.
But you were recognizable to herself.
We took this teenage girl to the precinct house.
Showed her mugshot books, she said, "That's the louse."
On the streets, we'll fill a cell with ya.

You stalk the avenues, horny, maybe stoned.
Got to put you away, to prison you've gone.
At night you'll hear the sound of sirens again
flashing blue and red as they cut through the rain.
On the streets, we'll fill a cell with ya.

Ain't no angel gonna greet thee.
It's just Chris Hansen, he's my friend.
And your clothes, now forevermore
will be an orange jumpsuit on your skin.

Night is falling and you're lying awake
in a cell for liberties that you'd take.
We received you, brother, in court at City Hall
'cause you picked up teenage girls at the mall.
On the streets, we filled a cell with ya.