There's a smoking dromedary
That carries him through the night
if there is some music in the streets
you know where to find
the guy with the hat and the coat feels alive
when the music plays, but there's nothing to find
meeting some strangers
at the corner

I feel like a waster
Oh what a waster
Oh what a waster, a waster
Oh what a waste I am
A waster

Resting in this old town,
getting high and drunk
no daylight, oh what daylight
cause we never saw the sun
shadows hide and shadows run
in those backyards
play the few chords that we know
inside the tram
people passing by some stay awhile
flaring up and fade
I won't deny
What a waste I am
Get wasted in my thoughts
Wasted in this town

I feel like a waster
Oh what a waster
Oh what a waster, a waster
Oh what a waste I am
Tell me why this love can't bloom
And why again I feel so blue
Oh what a waste I am
Oh what a waster

Lyrics by Justus Borschke