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Bread in Jail (acoustic home video)

A song written at the start of the corona time when people were hoarding bread, toilet paper and other matters. Lyrics: Bread in Jail A well mannered fella from likewise descent Lost all in his life, including good intent Empty shelves stirred his discontent And out on the streets sometimes rules are bent Yet stealing was new, you wonder well can he And is there bread in jail, when shops don’t have any He called up a lawyer, to verify What minor offence would surely imply Time behind bars in a prison nearby To fill up his guts it was well worth a try But advice takes cash, he hadn’t a penny How to get your bread, when shops don’t have any To just play it safe he planned a bigger crime Though new to the trade he felt fit to do time Viewing his method as rather sublime Forgetting where he’d spend the bulk of his prime The cop said, “son, this could be 15 to twenty” He said “as long as there’s bread, cause shops don’t have any” Police report stated the ins and outs A detailed picture of his whereabouts A path traceable by amateur scouts The district attorney was left with no doubts Some cases lack proof but he gave ‘em plenty That’s what you do for bread, when shops don’t have any The judge was perceptive, decided to stall And went on to breach the court’s protocol Firmly he said I think it’s best for all If I was to make an unorthodox call I’ve seen lots of crooks, and put away many But this here is for bread, and shops don’t have any The jury applauded, as he was released They threw him a party, they threw him a feast Kissed by the mayor, blessed by a priest Sent off with flour, eggs, and some yeast But no salt or liquids, no wonder again he Thinks of bread in jail, when shops don’t have any Good hearted by nature, broken by life A man may resort to a gun or a knife With no solid basis, or love from his wife What path does he chose during internal strife A moment of weakness, and that could be when he Goes for bread in a jail, when shops don’t have any Such is the story, such is the tale Trouble can hit without loaves for sale Fisherman, bankerman or chippendale When misfortune strikes we could all go to jail Susan, Achmed, Bill or Jenny What do you do for bread, when shops don’t have any