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
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