[Intro]
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[Verse]
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I’m in the toilets of a shit old club
D Em
While all of these other boys are taking drugs
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I’m talking with Bossman about love and loss and
D
Where life goes wrong

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‘cause he works all night just to take home a wage
D Em
Selling chewing gum and lollypops and cheap aftershaves
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To the boys in huaraches sniffing cocaine off car keys
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All night long

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And I say mate Don’t you ever get sick of the sight
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Of the drunken fights
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And the smell of shit sick and piss
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There’s got to be more to life than this

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And he said son I’ve got no riches to boast
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But see in luck and love I swear I’m richer than most
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I’ve got a wife and two kids
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There’s so much more to my life than this

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So no spray no lay no splash no gash
D Em
Cheap aftershaves in exchange for cash
C
I’m not making a killing bruv
G D
But I’m making a living and that’s enough

[Break]
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I’m on my way home in the backseat of a cab
D Em
And I’m talking with bossman while I eat my kebab
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I’ll ask him if he’s been busy what time he gets off and dizzy
D
From ‘round this way

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‘cause he works all night on a twelve-hour shift
D Em
With the gypsy jeans and the beauty queens and the lads on the piss
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They’ve had a couple of shandies mixed with charlie and mandy
D
Every weekend’s the same

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And I say mate don’t you ever get sick
D
of abuse from the drunken youths
Em
Leaning out your window being sick
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There’s got to be more to life than this

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And he said son I’ve got no riches you see
D Em
But my son’s at school and education ain’t free
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He’ll be a doctor someday
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If he wants a future we’ve got to pay

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So I’ll drive all night with these drunken kids
D Em
Who need to stop to get cash or need to stop for a piss
C
I’m not making a killing bruv
G D
But I’m making a living and that’s enough

[Break]
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I’m at the counter of my local shop
D Em
Where bossman’s been working since we were kids in the blocks
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Every Saturday night he would serve me with my fake ID when I was fifteen years old

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And he’s still there now before I go to bed
D Em
And in the morning with the bakers a pint of milk and loaf of bread
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He sleeps and he showers then works another twenty four hours
D
You see it’s taking its toll

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And I say mate don’t you ever get sick
D Em
of this place stacking shelves every day Come on bruv you’ve got to admit
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there’s got to be more to life than this

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And he said son I’m barely making ends meet
D Em
But there’s a war back home and people die in the street
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Said I thank God every day that me and my family have got away

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So I’ll spend my life in this shop but it’s sweet
D Em
‘cause I don’t fight to survive and I don’t fight just to eat
C
And I’m not making a killing bruv
G D
But I’m alive and I’m living and that’s enough

[Outro]
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