Intro: GAmCGAm
People say it doesn't exist
C
'Cause no one would like to admit
G
That there is a city underground
Am
Where people live everyday
C
Off the waste and decay
G
Off the discards of their fellow man
(refrão)
GAmC
Here in subcity life is hard
GAmD
We can't receive any government relief
GAmC
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
DG
For disregarding me
They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Am
They say we've fallen through the cracks
G
They say the system works
But we won't let it
C
Help
I guess they never stop to think
G
We might not just want handouts
Am
But a way to make an honest living
G
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
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