Subcity

People say it doesn't exist

'Cause no one would like to admit

That there is

A city underground

People live everyday

Off of the waste and decay

Off the discards

Of their fellow man

Here in Subcity

Life is hard

We can't receive

Any government relief

Won't you please

Please give the President

My honest regards

For disregarding me?

Says too much crime

In these city streets

My sentiments exactly

Government and big business

Hold the purse strings

When I worked, I worked for the factories

I'm at the mercy of the world

Guess I'm lucky to be alive

'Cause here in Subcity

Life is hard

And we can't receive

Any government relief

Won't you please

Give Mr. President

My honest regards

For disregarding me?

They say we've fallen through the cracks

Say the system works but

We won't let it help

I guess they never stop to think

We might not just want handouts

A way to make an honest living (Living)

This ain't living

Here in Subcity

Life is hard

We can't receive

Any government relief

I'd like to please

Please give the president

My honest regards

For disregarding me

What did I do to deserve this?

Had my trust in God

Worked every day of my life

Thought I had some guarantees

That's what I thought

At least that's what I thought

'Cause here in Subcity

Life is hard

We can't receive

Any government relief

I'd like to please

Give Mr. President

My honest regards

For disregarding me

Last night I had another restless sleep

Wondering what tomorrow might bring

That's not a dream

The cold blue light was shining down on me

I screamed myself awake

Thought I must be dying

Thought I must be dying

'Cause here in Subcity

Life is hard

We can't receive

Any government relief

I'd like to please

Give Mr. President

My honest regards

For disregarding me

Disregarding me

Disregarding me

Disregarding me

Disregarding me

Disregarding me

Disregarding me

Disregarding me

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