Verse 1)
Roll up to the job, can’t park, no space,
Half an hour late, management straight face.
“Use park and ride,” yeah, that’s their plan,
They don’t give a damn about the working man.
We beg for breaks, they shrug and sneer,
“Finish the list,” or get shouted at here.
Clock in, clock out — same old pain,
We’re numbers in a game that’s lost its name.
(Chorus)
No pride in the NHS, no love for the grind,
Just stress and pressure messin’ with your mind.
We’re ghosts in scrubs with a thousand scars,
Trapped in a system that don’t know who we are.
No pride, no hope, just a broken team,
Tryna make it through another bad dream.
(Verse 2)
Skip your lunch, skip your life,
They call it “teamwork,” I call it strife.
Extra jobs pile high with no pay,
“Just get it done” — that’s the management way.
They talk wellbeing while we hit the floor,
Patients waitin’, staff wantin’ out the door.
We gave it our all till the well ran dry,
Now we’re too damn tired even to try.
(Chorus)
No pride in the NHS, no love for the grind,
Just stress and pressure messin’ with your mind.
We’re ghosts in scrubs with a thousand scars,
Trapped in a system that don’t know who we are.
No pride, no hope, just a broken team,
Tryna make it through another bad dream.
(Bridge)
Car share, walk, take the bus, whatever,
Just show up — or you’re gone forever.
They say “it’s a calling,” I say it’s abuse,
They drain every drop, then cut you loose.
The rota’s a joke, morale’s in the ground,
Every shift feels like battleground.
We used to care, now we just survive,
Dreamin’ of the day we get out alive.
(Verse 3)
Burnout’s the badge, exhaustion’s the norm,
They call it “resilience,” we call it the storm.
No praise, no raise, no light ahead,
Just promises broken and words left dead.
So yeah, we’re leaving, one by one,
Fed up, worn down, we’re done, we’re done.
Let ‘em keep their slogans, their posters, their lies,
We gave them our souls — now we’re takin’ back our lives.
(Outro)
No pride in the NHS, no heart left to lend,
This ain’t a career — it’s the slowest end.
You can’t fix what’s crushed or fake what’s gone,
We’re out of love — and we’re movin’ on.
