Текст песни Tracy Chapman - Subcity
Tracy Chapman - Subcity слова песни
People say it doesn`t exist`Cause no one would like to admitThat there is a city undergroundWhere people live everydayOff the waste and decayOff the discards of their fellow manHere in subcity life is hardWe can`t recieve any government reliefI`d like to give Mr. President my honest regardsFor disregarding meThey say there`s too much crime in these city streetsMy sentiments exactlyGovernment and big buisness hold the purse stringsWhen I worked I worked in the factoryI`m at the mercy of the worldI guess I`m lucky to be aliveThey say we`ve fallen through the cracksThey say the system worksBut we won`t let itHelpI guess they never stop to thinkWe might not just want handoutsBut a way to make an honest livingLiving this ain`t livingWhat did I do to deserve thisHad my trust in godWorked everyday of my lifeThought I had some guaranteesThat`s what I thoughtAt least that`s what I thoughtLast night I had another restless sleepWondering what tomorrow might bringLast night I dreamedA cold blue light was shining down on meI screamed myself awakeThought I must be dyingThought I must be dying