[Verse]
He walks in the room so sly
With questions that cut through lies
Got his clipboard in hand to jot
Every line every alibi
[Verse 2]
They start with a nervous grin
Sweating bullets under skin
Eyes dart left and right with fear
As they see the end near
[Chorus]
Oh Chris Hansen knows the game
He calls out each creep by name
But tonight he's in the mirror's frame
Caught himself it's quite the shame
[Verse 3]
The questions he asked so bold
Now his story soon unfolds
Paper trail of his misdeeds
Karma's bite is what he feeds
[Verse 4]
He reads from his own script
Words sharp as a hunter's grip
Realize the roles have flipped
Trapped in this unholy trip
[Chorus]
Oh Chris Hansen knows the game
He calls out each creep by name
But tonight he's in the mirror's frame
Caught himself it's quite the shame