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Everything is slower here; everybody's got a union cardThey get up on Sunday, go to church of their choiceCome back home, cook out in the backyardAnd they call this the great midwestWhere the cornfields row and flowThey're all five years ahead of their timeOr twenty-five behind; I just don't knowAll the young men talk about their four-wheel drivesAnd how much money they're gonna make on Friday nightAnd they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriendsHey, let's get drunk, party it up, start a fightAnd they call this the great midwestSure make a hell of a carAnd the old hearts, they race their way though the nightThe upheaval of who they really areGrowin' up under normal conditions, television and radioThat's just about all of this whole worldThat any of us get to see, get to knowAnd they call this the great midwestWhere you sacrifice body and soulAnd no one really wants to get evenMost of us find it hard enough just lettin' goDon't get me wrong, I ain't complainingI ain't braggin', nor do I mean to place blameThat's just the way things are around hereAnd there's a future carryin' my name on itLetras de cancionesSayin', hey man, you gonna stick around here? You better get on itIf you're gonna stick around hereYou better make yourself some real good friendsWell, I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouthSo I can't talk about the big-city lifeBut if you want to talk about bein' bored and runnin' away from yourselfHell, I talk to you all nightAnd they call this the great midwestWhere livin' is just gettin' byAnd people trade in their happinessFor a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky From Letras Mania