Seven Pound Fifty

Lyrics

​Intro
​Yeah, another week, same cycle, innit?
Just counting down the hours, standard.
​Verse 1
​Clocking in at six, another shift that I hate
Counting down the pennies on my chipped porcelain plate
Monday morning blue and the coffee is tasting sour
Selling off my life for seven pound fifty an hour
Boss is on my back with his clipboard and his tie
Looking at the clock but the time refuses to fly
Just a proper geezer living hand to mouth in the rain
Wondering if there's more to this mundane train
Tuesday into Wednesday, it's a slow burning crawl
Staring at the cracks on the factory brick wall
Grafting through the day just to pay off what I owe
Bank account's looking like a wasteland in the snow
Thursday is the tease because I know what's coming next
Checking on my phone for that digital wage slip text
Five more hours of grafting and I'm stepping out the gate
Hold it all together and ignore the mental weight
​Chorus
​Wait for Friday just to blow it all away
All that grafting just to feel okay
In the pub with all the lads and a clanging sound
Losing ourselves as we pass another round
Wait for Friday just to blow it all away
All that grafting just to feel okay
​Verse 2
​Finally it's five o'clock, I'm running for the train
Washing off the dirt and the week's financial pain
Home to get changed, put the clean trainers on my feet
Smelling like cheap aftershave as I hit the rainy street
Meet up with the lads outside the local boozer door
First pint goes down quick and then we're ordering four more
Suddenly I'm rich and I'm the king of this dark room
Forgetting every heavy shift and all the working gloom
Buy a round for everyone because I feel the love tonight
Fluorescent pub lighting making everything look bright
Solace in the bottom of a cold and foaming glass
Watching all my hard-earned money slowly turn to ash
Next pub, then the club with the bassline in my chest
Sweating on the dancefloor thinking this is simply best
Drunk calls on my phone to an ex I should ignore
Until I'm stumbling home and collapsed upon the floor
​Chorus
​Wait for Friday just to blow it all away
All that grafting just to feel okay
In the pub with all the lads and a clanging sound
Losing ourselves as we pass another round
Wait for Friday just to blow it all away
All that grafting just to feel okay
​Bridge (Sunday Scaries)
​Sunday morning hits like a punch to the jaw
Eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling and the floor
Head is pounding heavy and my pocket is completely bare
Just a pocket full of receipts and a feeling of despair
I spent it all again on a feeling that won't ever last
Another weekend over and another paycheck in the past
Tell myself I'll change, that I will save and I will grow, but I know
When the Monday whistle blows, it's back to the status quo
​Chorus
​Wait for Friday just to blow it all away
All that grafting just to feel okay
In the pub with all the lads and a clanging sound
Losing ourselves as we pass another round
Wait for Friday just to blow it all away
All that grafting just to feel okay
​Outro
​Just another Sunday scary setting in now, innit?
Alarm clock goes off in six hours, I'll do it all again
Same again next week, same again next week, yeah