"Busker's Paradise" lyrics

A devastated early bird's been beaten by the worm
He tried to get the eight sixteen, another lesson learned
Now he can't be on the main street catching all the Primark trade
There's a bastard selling phone cases who's sheltered from the rain, and it's
All he knows

So now he's lost all choices left to pitch up near the station
Between the pub that's long shut down and the British Heart Foundation
Where pensioners move slowly and protesters bully migrants
With artwork on the shutter of the shops depicting violence, and
He's all alone

And this old town is falling down
Familiar chords still turn around
As the people passing by
Get by with an unsung life
Cause this old town is falling down
Copper coins rain to the ground
Is it all or nothing walking in
The buskers paradise

Here comes the high vis jacket, thumbs tucked tightly in his vest
But community support aren't words that warrant you respect
While chasing with a notepad, he's got data to collect
From the man outside the market place discarding cigarettes, but he's
Talking on the phone

A simple four chord turnaround with a voice that goes unheard
With four pound sixty three inside a black bag by the curb
Intoxicated characters can't help but take a look
There's a woman in a wheelchair with an old ripped Costa cup, and she's
Tryna make it home

And this old town is falling down
Familiar chords still turn around
As the people passing by
Get by with an unsung life
Cause this old town is falling down
Copper coins rain to the ground
Is it all or nothing walking in
The buskers paradise

As sun sets on a quiet street, the pubs now come alive
A trader in the shadows dealing out a bag for life
From perfume to detergent, razor blades or melba toast
Or a discount leg of lamb to host the perfect Sunday roast
And as he keeps on playing he's now featured on the spot
By women dressed in L plates, with a vale to tie the knot
And after one rendition, they drop twenty in the pot
Then he's straight back into Ladbrokes, where he'll lose the fucking lot

And this old town is falling down
Familiar chords still turn around
As the people passing by
Get by with an unsung life
Cause this old town is falling down
Copper coins rain to the ground
Is it all or nothing walking in
The buskers paradise