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