Jail my second home
Robbie Van Leeuwen
Times are getting hard, so very hard apart.
Times are getting hard, so very hard.
Have no place to sleep
And absent bad, bad start.
Something's wrong <snip> worn,
Can I go and then jail my second home, yeah.
Can I get a job? I'm walking down the street.
Can I get a job? I'm walking down the street.
The sun is steeling red,
Because a man I <snip>
Jump on me and rest on me,
Put <snip> red and jail my second home, who.
Times are getting hard, so very hard apart.
Times are getting hard, so very hard.
Have no place to sleep
And absent bad, bad start.
Something's wrong <snip>
Going bad and jail my second home, yeah.