House Of D

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