Prostitutes cosied the corner of my Grand-father's street, 
being the young wipper-snapper I was at the time, 
I got a pretty good kick out of seeing these women at work, 
unfortunately they're now no more,
and this inner-city suburb has lost most of its grimy charm, 
most...

the Brunswick hotel still stands on the opposite corner, 
and being the imaginative young wipper-snapper I am,
I get a good kick out of seeing these bar-fly's,
hovering around the front door for a fag, 
oh how these women at work could still be making a buck off these blokes,
these types I see as the real New Farm, 
these gaunt, tall, single suit owners, 
donning daily uniforms of pluggers and stubbies from 10am, 
an un-gentrified, inner city cesspit, no longer existing, 
for those that have come after all of this anyway.