I slipped on the pebbles on the way to the gate
Held my balance on the cuff of your shirt
You were up-set

We were going to the Port Elizabeth's port
Up on the hill, you did point, was Frederik’s fort
I was up-set:

And all the seraphim
And all the cherubim
And all the seraphim
And all the cherubim

Never knew them before, don't know them now
What about my mother and her sisters?
Where was their name?
I was up-set
I rose up, sing:

And all the seraphim
And all the cherubim
And all the seraphim
And all the cherubim

The modern parlance had turned dour
The guys at Ferguson street conniving by the hour
To show their power

Come slanderous cocksuckers trading names
Rub shoulders for a taste of something sour

And all the seraphim
And all the cherubim
And all the seraphim
And all the cherubim

Up in the black New Brighton sky
Was a flare
Met with strangled cries
And a strange joy in the air