Lyric Subcity

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