Strippers + White Lines / Smart Monkey

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