Living life the way we see it though it’s seldom seen
Bleeding from the hands just to grease the machine
Sometimes there ain’t jack to do in this town
But go out and let the cops chase you around
This ain’t New York, this ain’t LA
It’s somewhere in the middle of the USA

There’s no greener grass as far as I can see
When the man’s tired of giving you the first degree
No better place to string up some fence
To tear down the walls and to knock out the dents
If the only thing working is an 8 hour day
It’s somewhere in the middle of the USA

Chorus:
Somewhere in the middle somewhere in between
The center of the fringes of a rebels dream
No other place I’d rather be found
It’s probably where they’ll plant me in the ground
Some people leave but most of them stay
Somewhere in the middle of the USA

People working for the kitty, trying to buy ‘em a hound
Slip and got away, now it’s back at the pound
Everything we’re doing is already done
Now some pissed off kids are going to have some fun
Bite our tongue, there’s nothing to say
Somewhere in the middle of the USA

There’s no need to fix it, if it ain’t broke
They preach the perfect life and it’s a dirty joke
We all know it’s just a roll of the dice
They’ll try to sell it to you but they won’t say the price
This ain’t New York, this ain’t LA
It’s somewhere in the middle of the USA