No Fucking Thing Impossible (Kurwa Blues)”

Verse 1
You meet a man one random day,
Feels like you knew him anyway
Like past life dust still in your lungs,
Same pain, same jokes, same fucked-up songs
Clacton-on-Sea, Lidl car park ground,
2015, jackhammer sound
Small family firm, Paul Morgan boss,
One for all, all for one — no matter the cost
Worst jobs ever, shit pay, hard days,
But for us, mate, no fucking delays
Cam looks at me, laughs and says:
“Peter… kurwa, we’ll smash it, yeah?”
Chorus
There’s no fucking thing impossible, bro
Even when your back says “no”
Polish blood, English soul,
KURWA MAĆ — we dig that hole
No fucking thing impossible, man
Covered in dust, sweat on our hands
If shit hits hard — we laugh and say:
“Ja pierdolę… we’ll be okay”
Verse 2
I’m Crazy Polish Peter, no experience then,
Groundworks slave, shovel and pain
Operator dreams, watching machines,
While others drive what lives in my veins
Cam Waite younger, Slavic roots,
Czech blood mixed with Essex boots
Agency lad, little skill, big heart,
Smile so strong it tears shit apart
Boss says: “Three days for that wall”
I walk in dust like a fucking brawl
Two hours later I come out blind,
Wall gone, grin wide — yeah, I’m fine
Cam laughs hard, shakes his head,
“Peter… what the fuck did you just do, man?”
Chorus
There’s no fucking thing impossible, bro
KURWA — we already know
Hammer screams, time flies fast,
Pain hurts less when you laugh your ass
No fucking thing impossible, mate
Even shit jobs feel kinda great
Say it loud, say it proud today:
“Ja pierdolę… we made our way”
Verse 3
McDonald’s break, cheap fries, heat,
DJ Ballon blasting Pussy Lover beat
“Crazy Polish Peter” — whole place laughs,
Cam nearly chokes, I spill my laugh
Summer hell, asphalt burns,
Jackhammer shaking bones and nerves
Singing “Push Me” like idiots do,
Cam acts music video, I film the proof
Sweat like rain, dust in eyes,
But jokes kept us fucking alive
Work was hell, but time flew fast,
Because brotherhood makes moments last
Verse 4
Hadleigh job near Southend town,
Broken pipe deep underground
Hand digging, boss explains slow,
“How to cut it… where to go”
Small grinder, plastic pipe,
Shit still flowing — fucking life
Closer to end — BOOM — hell explodes,
Smell so bad your soul fucking loads
Cam pukes hard — I puke too,
Same second, same “oh fuck” view
Kneeling, choking, tears and slime,
Brother puking same damn time
We look at each other half dead,
Cam says while gagging: “KURWA… I’m fucked”
I answer back: “JA PIERDOLĘ… same, mate”
Boss gives clothes, shower, rest,
But respect stayed — more than cash
Chorus
There’s no fucking thing impossible, bro
Even knee-deep in shit, you know
Laugh, puke, cry — still stand tall
KURWA MAĆ — brothers through it all
Verse 5
Years went by, roads split apart,
I drive machines, Cam builds with art
But one message late at night,
“Mate, you good?” — still feels right
Borders mean nothing, accents lie,
A brother’s soul you can’t deny
Polish guy, English lad,
Same damn spirit, same grit we had
And I know if I fall one day,
Cam Waite’s there — no words to say
And he knows the same from me,
That’s real worksite loyalty
Final Chorus (slow blues)
There’s no fucking thing impossible, friend
Life bends us, but we don’t bend
Say it once, say it true, say it raw:
“KURWA… we fucking did it all”