Strolling down my unknown path,
Unfamiliar faces reflect my soul,
Brand new places that I can go.
There′s a cricket on the TV screen,
Next to murder, you know what I mean.
You big fenced house with two nice cars,
But the dealer's behind bars.
This is how it should be.
(This is how it should be for me)
When my inspiration is unreliable
And my occupation is undeniable,
The Cape Town blues is a whole different thing,
Puts a smile on my face, makes me wanna sing.
So sticking my saw thumb up on the shelf
I'll say: "I am the brakes of a moving train."
I've made my mistakes, but i′m still the same.
Sitting here on my own, smoking this shit.
In Cape Town it′s cool to fight to the end.
(This is how it should be for me)
When my inspiration is unreliable
And my occupation is undeniable,
The Cape Town blues is a whole different thing,
Puts a smile on my face, makes me wanna sing.
My friend Cosnati he sleeps on the streets,
You just don't know about it.
His parents they deserted him,
I wish they had given a shit.