Jail My Second Home
Robbie van Leeuwen, Dimitri
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 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
Jump on me and rest on me
Put 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
Going bad and jail my second home, yeah