When he hocked his guitar on Chapel
My brother's life started downhill
Gig on a Wednesday dole on Tuesday, It'll be OK
Now Wednesdays gone and so's the band
Couldn't play no guitar in hand
Without his music he was damned
Using and boozing cruising for a bruising
Started gambling took straight to losing
To save his bones and repay his loans
He worked for ex-con Con
Delivering drugs to various thugs
And a prostitute named Jen
She said "Honey if it wasn't for the money,
I'd never walk the streets again"
Never never never no never
Walk these streets again
Things got better as soon as he met her
Moved in together on Acland
Above a pastry shop didn't cost a lot
And the baklava sure was sweet
It was love I guess
Cause they were using less
Even though this was St Kilda
Smoked more pot got the munchies a lot
And the baklava sure was sweet
Things turned sour the night they found her
Lying there blank stare dead in the shower
He'll never know if she meant it
Never walk these streets again
Chorus
When everything falls apart
And you're looking for a new start
And it came to him over a bottle of gin that who dares wins
Stealing from your friend is scummy
From the dealer is kind of funny
He took the drugs and then the money
Chorus
Here I am waiting for a tram on Nicholson
Wondering if I'll see my brother again
'Cause Con and his mates sure won't forget
The twenty-five grand and a bag of Burma's best
Never walk these streets again
