Slim Wray - House Of D Lyrics
There’s a drunk’n Irish man dead asleep on the floorHe smells so bad, you think he never showered beforeAnd Tio’s spit’n me a rhymeHe wants me to sing on the ousideWhen you spend a second night in a cell, you know it's for realI 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 breadPass on milk so I don’t use the canWhen you spend a second night in a cell, you know it's for realThe call girl banshees stomp, scream and shoutTheir sunken eyes say what the story’s aboutShe 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 realWell it's on your mind how to spend that timeYou wish the hours awayAll dayIt's like a holiday when they’re call’n namesWe all rush the gateLike fish in a bowl at feed’n timeAndreas is strung-out, beg’n for some corn flakesDishawn is here for drive’n without registrationWe’re staring at those cold barsBut the other side is where the real thugs areWhen you spend a second night in a cell, you know it's for real
