Verse 1
Life’s a bloody back alley, mate, graffitied and grim,
One day you’re coasting, next day you’re sinkin’ in sin.
Rent’s high as the sun but the pay’s lean as bone,
Scrapin’ coins off the pavement, call it home.
It’s like the city’s a gambler, bluffin’ every hand,
Deals us the scraps while we make ‘em grand.
And yeah, sometimes it’s like chasin' rain in the drought,
But you laugh ‘cause it’s funny when you figure it out.
Chorus
So cheers to the fight, cheers to the sting,
Life’s a knuckle sandwich but we wear it like bling.
We take the hits, brick by brick,
Stackin’ up scars till the whole thing sticks.
When the day’s a joke, mate, the laugh’s on us,
Stand on the edge, let the dirt be dust.
Verse 2
Down in the pubs, talkin' change that’ll never come,
Politicians all clowns, every one a bum.
Promise us gold, deliver the rust,
But we hold it together ‘cause grit’s a must.
We’re pushin' on like old Fitzroy nights,
Where the neon’s low and the dreams take flight.
Mate, this city’s a liar, a right cheeky grin,
Kicks us ‘round, then dares us to win.
Chorus
So cheers to the fight, cheers to the sting,
Life’s a knuckle sandwich but we wear it like bling.
We take the hits, brick by brick,
Stackin’ up scars till the whole thing sticks.
When the day’s a joke, mate, the laugh’s on us,
Stand on the edge, let the dirt be dust.
Bridge
Patience, yeah? It’s the toughest trick,
While the world takes a swing, we swing back thick.
You gotta laugh through the smog, take a breath and wait,
Even if the glass is dry, still raise it, mate.
We’re all here scrapin' by, from Melbs to Perth,
But we got guts, wearin' our worth.
And when the cliff’s close, just sit tight,
Look out on the chaos, soak in the sight.
Verse 3
Life’s a pothole-ridden road, bent and cracked,
Full of setbacks, but never lookin' back.
We’re the underdogs with a cheeky charm,
Buildin' our empires with bruised-up arms.
We might take our spills, but that’s alright,
Every scar’s a chapter, every tear a light.
This city’s rough, but we’re tougher still,
Climbing this hill ‘til we’ve had our fill.
Outro
So here’s to the madness, here’s to the mess,
We’ll take every stumble, make it our best.
Through the haze and the hurt, we stand tall,
Laughin’ at fate, brick by brick, we build it all.
