(Instrumental)

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're denied
This foundation, it won't survive
It would splinter
It shattered

Oh what a night
Strippers and white lines
And if fire detects the warmth of lies

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 politics, 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 if fire detects the warmth of lies

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 if fire detects the warmth of lies

are you really a mod