Subcity

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