Shivering in a cold car Hours crawling by What an effing miserable day it is No whisky in the jar
Yeah tmes were hard back home Sure we never had an easy ride Yet laugh we did for we were one But for me it was time to roam.
Three months back I reached South London Squatting in rooms on borrowed time Not good enough to work for uber Just an unlicensed dodgy one
Burner on lap, awaiting a ring Maybe it will, but probably not Hours go by, but it is what it is I kinda don't care what the day will bring
Ring, I jolt and say "It's Joe" A collection awaits a few miles away Foot on the gas, I can't be late A hard looking man and his young looking **
An address shouted without a greeting A terrified face in the mirror Far to young to be doing tricks Those eyes drill with their pleading
I remember Mary and what's right Sneaky call to the 999 Give them the details including the scar Can't sit back and watch this *****
OneΒ Β week past and no change in life Sitting in my old coat in a cold car Pick up two lads to Quinlan's bar "Grass" the last word before I feel the knife.