In the early morn on the city street br Druggies, prostitutes, drunks i meet br I see them all, they know the score br Dregs of humanity to the core br Each night i patrol the taverns and bars br Fights and drunks driving cars br I pick them up, locked in a cell br Then they tell me to go to hell br They sleep it off, this is their home! br They have no one to atone br The cells smell of urine and of sick br Junkies, needles another trick! br Working life is no fantasy br To a policewoman like me! called Marie!br br Bob Gibsonbr br