Bossman

I'm in the toilets of a shit old club While all of these other boys are taking drugs I'm talking with Bossman about love and loss and Where life goes wrong 'Cause he works all night just to take home a wage Selling chewing gums and lollipops and cheap aftershaves To the boys in huaraches sniffing cocaine off car keys All night long And I say, "Mate Don't you ever get sick of the sight Of the drunken fights And the smell of shit, sick and piss? There's got to be more to life than this" And he said, "Son, I've got no riches to boast But see in luck and love, I swear I'm richer than most I've got a wife and two kids There's so much more to my life than this" So no spray, no lay, no splash, no gash Cheap aftershaves in exchange for cash I'm not making a killing, bruv But I'm making a living and that's enough I'm on my way home in the backseat of a cab And I'm talking with Bossman while I eat my kebab I'll ask him if he's been busy, what time he gets off and is he From 'round this way 'Cause he works all night on a 12-hour shift With the gypsy jeans and the beauty queens and the lads on the piss They've had a couple of shandies mixed with Charlie and Mandy Every weekend's the same And I say, "Mate, don't you ever get Sick of abuse from the drunken youths Leaning out your window being sick? There's got to be more to life than this" And he said, "Son, I've got no riches you see But my son's at school and education ain't free He'll be a doctor someday If he wants a future, we've got to pay" "So I'll drive all night with these drunken kids Who need to stop to get cash or need to stop for a piss I'm not making a killing, bruv But I'm making a living and that's enough" I'm at the counter of my local shop Where Bossman's been working since we were kids in the blocks Every Saturday night, he would serve me with my fake ID When I was 15 years old And he's still there now before I go to bed And in the morning with the papers, a pint of milk and loaf of bread He sleeps and he showers then works another 24 hours You see it's taking its toll And I say, "Mate, don't you ever get Sick of this place stacking shelves every day? Come on, bruv, you've got to admit There's got to be more to life than this" And he said, "Son, I'm barely making ends meet But there's a war back home and people die in the street" Said, "I thank God every day That me and my family have got away" "So I'll spend my life in this shop but it's sweet 'Cause I don't fight to survive and I don't fight just to eat And I'm not making a killing, bruv But I'm alive and I'm living and that's enough"