I'm down on the south side of town I spend my night up on a stranger's couch And I won't get done While the light's still on Stumbled out into the week-day street Packages moving in the sleeping peace And I walked alone But it all felt wrong Burning stars and dirty bars I've been known to fight Daylight Credit cards and rental cars Everything to make this right Detroit city You're bringing me down Highways and stripmalls going up from the ground Uuuh Uuuh Five hundred dollars in a savings account Son of the midwest I gotta get out Son of the midwest I gotta get out Son of the midwest I gotta get out News breaks on the radio waves Oh Lord I call for the shakes And I'm driving now Through this border town Put me in a coldboard soup Give me my lines Tell me just what to do Cause I won't go back No, I won't go back Burning stars and dirty bars I've been known to fight Daylight Credit cards and rental cars Everything to make this right Detroit city You're bringing me down Highways and stripmalls going up from the ground Uuuh Uuuh Five hundred dollars in a savings account Son of the midwest I gotta get out Son of the midwest I gotta get out X2