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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 recieve 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 buisness hold the purse strings

When I worked I worked in the factory

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 recieve 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 buisness hold the purse strings

When I worked I worked in the factory

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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