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APeople say it doesn’t exist ‘Cause Bmno one would like to admit DThat there is a city underAground AWhere people live everyday BmOff the waste and decay DOff the discards of their fellow Aman
AHere in subcity life is Bmhard D AWe can’t receive any Bmgovernment reElief I’d like to please Agive Mr. President my Bmhonest reDgards For disreDEDgarding Ame
AThey say there’s too much crime in these Bmcity streets My Dsentiments Eexactly AGovernment and big business hold the Bmpurse strings When I Dworked I worked in the Efactories AI’m at the mercy of the Bmworld D I guess I’m luEcky to be Aalive
(nasledujucu pasaz treba este o akordovat) 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 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