I watched the young girl on the tube
Just fixing up her make-up
And I'm runbbing on my baggy eyes
Just trying har to wake up
She must not have had a mirror
'casue on her phone she takes a picture of herself
Just to see if her make-up's straight
I watched the young boy on the street
There in a pack all hoarding
His body language speaking volumes of his endless yearning
And I know it's driving him crazy
How much he wants that Mercedes
As they all look on in fear
'cause they don't know what he will do next
And I know that this is how it is
But I can't reconcile myself with how i live
And they say that it's not where you're from
But where you're at
So, why do I wanna go
Why do I wanna go back
Advertising has us chasing bars and clothes
Working jobs we hate so we can buy sh** we don't need
We're the middle children of history, man
No purpose nor place
We have no grat war, no great depression
Our great depression, is our lives
And I know that this is how it is
But i can't reconcile myself with how i live
And they say that it's not where you're from
But where you're at
So, why do I wanna go
Why do I wanna go back
(back, bck,back,back...)