APeople say it doesn’t exist
‘Cause Hmino one would like to admit
DThat there is a city underAground
AWhere people live everyday
HmiOff the waste and decay
DOff the discards of their fellow Aman
AHere in subcity life is Hmihard DAWe can’t receive any Hmigovernment reElief
I’d like to please Agive Mr. President my Hmihonest reDgards
For disre]E]garding Ame
AThey say there’s too much crime in these Hmicity streets
My Dsentiments Eexactly
AGovernment and big business hold the Hmipurse strings
When I Dworked I worked in the Efactories
AI’m at the mercy of the Hmiworld 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
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