Subcity

Tracy Chapman

Tom: G

(intro) G Am C

G                           Am
People say it doesn't exist
                                 C
'Cause no one would like to admit
                             G
That there is a city underground
                           Am
Where people live everyday
                        C
Off the waste and decay
                                  G
Off the discards of their fellow man

(refrão)
G                           Am C
Here in subcity life is hard
G                      Am           D
We can't receive any government relief
                   G                       Am      C
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
           D     G
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
                     Am
They say we've fallen through the cracks
G
They say the system works

But we won't let it
 C
Help

I guess they never stop to think
    G
We might not just want handouts
                              Am
But a way to make an honest living
                    G
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