Go on then, get yourself a brew,

You don’t have to tell us what you're going through.

Sit yourself down, take the weight off your feet,

Escape for a minute from the chaos and street.

It’s frantic out there, people doing their thing,

While your head’s in a spin with the grief that life brings.

You’ve clocked into work and you’re feeling right low,

Carrying a weight that you don’t want to show.

You’re knackered, you’re stressed, you’re proper done in,

With a fake little smile plastered onto your chin.

But hold on a minute, just look who's about,

Before your last flicker of energy’s out.

You’re sat in the mess room, the sanctuary zone,

Where nobody here has to suffer alone.

There’s a steaming hot mug in the palm of your hand,

The finest builder's in all of the land.

And it don’t matter what your bag is, what choice you might see—

Whether it’s Nescafe Gold or a green herbal tea.

Strong as a tractor and sugary sweet,

The ultimate antidote to total defeat.

 

You don't need a lecture, you don't need a speech,

Just the comfort of people well within reach. 

The colleagues, the mates, the crew, and the staff,

Who can turn a disaster right into a laugh.

No awkward questions, no prying or pokes,

Just a room full of allies and some terrible jokes.

The banter is simple, it’s sharp and it’s dry—

The perfect distraction when you just want to cry.

You see, ten little minutes with a mug in your hand,

Can do more than any psychologist planned.

It shifts all the clouds from a Mancunian sky,

And gives you the strength to just get yourself by.

You don’t have to solve it, you don’t have to fix

The whole of your life in a twenty-ounce mix.

But sitting right here with the rest of the team,

Watching the heat rising up from the steam...

It reminds you you're part of a much bigger thing,

No matter what rubbish the shift wants to bring.

Sometimes we just take it day by single day,

There’s no other shortcut or easier way.

But you’ll get up tomorrow and face it anew,

And that is the thing we are proud of in you.

So drink up your tea, let the tension release,

Finding your feet and a minute of peace.

You’ll leave the room lighter than when you walked through—

Dead glad that you stopped for a well-needed brew.