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House Of D (Slim Wray)

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