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