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People say it doesn`t exist
`Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
Here in subcity life is hard
We can`t receive any government relief
I`d like to give Mr. President my honest regards
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
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 to 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

People say it doesn`t exist
`Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
Here in subcity life is hard
We can`t receive any government relief
I`d like to give Mr. President my honest regards
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
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 to 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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