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
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Subcity: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/39677.html