Oi! Yeah—this one’s for the graft! Up at five, yeah the sky’s still black Kettle screams, nearly gives me a heart attack Steel toe boots and a knackered coat Another dead shift just to stay afloat Bus stop queue in the pouring rain Same old faces, same old pain “Y’alright mate?” yeah I’ll get by Same old script, same old lie They say “keep graftin’, you’ll make your way” But the bills come in and they take your pay We’re the last bus home, yeah we’re battered and broke With a fire in our chest and a half-dead hope Got nowt in the bank but a mouth full of noise We’re the girls and the lads, we ain’t posh boys Last bus home and we’re shoutin’ it loud Cheap night buzz in a loud proud crowd If it all goes wrong, we’ll still stand up hard Yeah we’re built from grit in a council yard Factory floor or a late-night bar Doesn’t matter who you are Boss man shoutin’, “pick up pace” While he’s sat back watchin’ from his place Mate got laid off down the road Now he’s stackin’ shelves on a zero-hour code No security, no luck Still turn up ‘cause we’re out of options—stuck They dress it up like it’s fair and square But it’s all stitched up, we’re goin’ nowhere We’re the last bus home, yeah we’re battered and broke With a fire in our chest and a half-dead hope Got nowt in the bank but a mouth full of noise We’re the girls and the lads, we ain’t posh boys Last bus home and we’re shoutin’ it loud Cheap night buzz in a loud proud crowd If it all goes wrong, we’ll still stand up hard Yeah we’re built from grit in a council yard They say “know your place” — not for me I won’t trade my voice for a quiet dream We’re too loud, too real, won’t fade away Got fire in our lungs and a lot to say LAST BUS HOME, YEAH WE’RE BATTERED AND BROKE FISTS IN THE AIR WITH A THROAT FULL OF HOPE GOT NOWT BUT HEART AND WE WON’T BACK DOWN WE’RE THE NOISE, WE’RE THE BLOOD OF THIS TOWN LAST BUS HOME AND WE’RE STILL ON OUR FEET RAISED ON GRIT IN A CONCRETE STREET IF IT ALL GOES WRONG WE’LL STILL STAND OUR GROUND ‘CAUSE WE BUILT THIS LIFE FROM THE UNDERGROUND