I left a mansion in the ghetto
Caught a bus outside the station
I had to leave my home
Turned around and it was gone
Things are not the same
Inside my imagination
It's a big big world
Had to run away
And find out what was going on

Get back
Take a look at what you're doing
Get back
Take a look at what you've done
Get back
Got to take a look behind the door
Get back
Got to take a step back to go ahead

Things look better on the west side
When you come from the wrong side of down
Say, I don't know why you still cry cry cry
Can't get no satisfaction
Every Cinderella must find her prince
In the American fashion passion

Get back
Take a look at what you're doing
Get back
Take a look at what you've done
Get back
Got to take a look behind the door
Get back
Got to take a step back to go ahead

When I was a child I remember
Staring at a sea of factories
Across the bloody Detroit
the orange and bleeding skies
I did not want to believe my burning eyes
I wondered should I say a prayer
Or hang my head in sheer despair
And think maybe this will just all disappear
Hard lessons to be learning
This world's no longer a virgin
A certified commodity
Baby don't get anything for free
I'm still banking on sanity
A little peace and sanctity