by Nick Gisburne
Efficient, ruthless, hungry for the job
The family would break a man for less
They took me from the gutter, just a slob
They gave me grit, and cunning, and finesse
The muscle, on its own, won’t get you far
You need to learn the game to make it pay
It doesn’t matter who the fuck you are
A single slip can throw it all away
The finest gold you’ll get is good advice
Don’t ever let me question what you do
For every piece of work there comes a price
The honour, and the trust, is all on you
You’re cocky, and I know you think you’re it
But I know cleaning toilets. You know shit
