I’m down on the south side of town
I spent my night upon a stranger’s couch
And I woke at dawn
With the lights still on
Stumbled out into the weekday street
Packages moving and the sleeping police
And I walked along
But it all felt wrong
Burning stars and dirty bars
I’ve been know to fight in the daylight
Credit cards and rental cards
Everything to make this right
Detroit city you’re bringing me down
High ways and strip malls coming up from the ground
Five hundred dollars in a savings account
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
News breaks on the radio waves
Oh Lord, my confidence shakes
And I’m driving now
Through this border town
Put me in a corporate suit
Give me my lines, tell me just what to do
‘Cause I wont go back
No I wont go back
Burning stars and dirty bars
I’ve been know to fight in the daylight
Credit cards and rental cards
Everything to make this right
Detroit city you’re bringing me down
High ways and strip malls coming up from the ground
Five hundred dollars in a savings account
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
Detroit city you’re bringing me down
Along the schoolyards and vacant lots
Five hundred dollars in a savings account
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
Son of the Midwest I got to get out
