A
People say it doesn’t exist
Hmi
‘Cause no one would like to admit
D A
That there is a city underground
A
Where people live everyday
Hmi
Off the waste and decay
D A
Off the discards of their fellow man
A Hmi D
Here in subcity life is hard
A Hmi E
We can’t receive any government relief
A Hmi D
I’d like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
E A
For disregarding me
A Hmi
They say there’s too much crime in these city streets
D E
My sentiments exactly
A Hmi
Government and big business hold the purse strings
D E
When I worked I worked in the factories
A Hmi D
I’m at the mercy of the world
E A
I guess I’m lucky to be alive
They say we’ve fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won’t let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain’t living
What did I do deserve this
Had my trust in god
Worked everyday of my life
Thought I had some guarantees
That’s what I thought
At least that’s what I thought
Last night I had another restless sleep
Wondering what tomorrow might bring
Last night I dreamed
A cold blue light was shining down on me
I screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying
