They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

But all my friends, they don't know what it's like, what it's like They don't understand why I can't sleep through the night Damn, I wish it, I wish it was that simple, ah All my friends they don't know what it's like, what it's like Feel like I'm always