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