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GPeople say it doesn't exist Am
'Cause no one would like to admitC
That there is a city undergroGund
Where people live everyday Am
Off the waste and decay C
Off the discards of their fellow mGan
GHere in subcity life is hardAm C
GWe can't receive any goAmvernment reliDef
I'd like to please Ggive Mr. President my hoAmnest regCards
For disregaDrding Gme
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 fallenAm through the cracks
GThey say the system works
But we won't let it
HCelp
I guess they never stop to think
We mGight not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest liAmving
Living this ain't liGving
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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