All over the world I'm known but I'm still that kid from the ghetto
Where I'm from the tide is attached
And the people rarely make plans for the morrow
When the whole town is poor in their minds and the slavery we chose we deny
This foundation, it won't survive
It would splinter
It would shatter
Oh, what a night
Strippers and white lines
And a fighter jet that won't fly
Being alone was all I'd always known from the pain was when I passed out on this floor
And I borrowed when I didn't have my own, from the poverty, folks who love to moan
Win upon win and I still can't sleep
Life always brings suffering you see
These dreams of mine they come alive into nothingness it all falls down
Oh, what a night
Strippers and white lines
And a fighter jet that won't fly
Oh, what a night
It blooms and withers and dies
And as a fire detects the warmth of lies
What a night
Peaches and white wine
And a fighter jet that won't fly
Smart monkey don't monkey around with another monkey's banana
Smart monkey don't money around with another monkey's banana
