There’s a drunk’n Irish man dead asleep on the floor
He smells so bad, you think he never showered before
And Tio’s spit’n me a rhyme
He wants me to sing on the ouside

When you spend a second night in a cell, you know it's for real

I said, “Hey officer, I didn’t maim, rape or steal”
He said, “Not problem, so sit there real still”
I’m eat’n cheese off stale bread
Pass on milk so I don’t use the can

When you spend a second night in a cell, you know it's for real

The call girl banshees stomp, scream and shout
Their sunken eyes say what the story’s about
She say, “Hey you there with the pretty hair...
Is that a man, or is that a girl there?”

When you spend a second night in a cell, you know it's for real

Well it's on your mind how to spend that time
You wish the hours away
All day

It's like a holiday when they’re call’n names
We all rush the gate
Like fish in a bowl at feed’n time

Andreas is strung-out, beg’n for some corn flakes
Dishawn is here for drive’n without registration
We’re staring at those cold bars
But the other side is where the real thugs are

When you spend a second night in a cell, you know it's for real
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House Of D Lyrics

Slim Wray – House Of D Lyrics