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Tom: G
Intro: G Am C (Twice)  

G                           Am 
People say it doesn't exist 
                                 C 
'Cause no one would like to admit 
                             G 
That there is a city underground 
                           Am 
Where people live everyday  
                        C 
Off the waste and decay 
                                  G 
Off the discards of their fellow man 

CHORUS: 
G                           Am C 
Here in subcity life is hard 
G                      Am           D 
We can't receive any government relief 
                   G                       Am      C 
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards 
           D     G 
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 
                     Am 
They say we've fallen through the cracks 
G 
They say the system works 
But we won't let it 
 C 
Help 
I guess they never stop to think 
    G 
We might not just want handouts 
                              Am 
But a way to make an honest living 
                    G 
Living this ain't living 
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