Tracy Chapman - Subcity: chords

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

Chorus:
A                        Bm D
Here in subcity life is hard
A                     Bm           E
We can't receive any government relief
                  A
I'd like to please give Mr. President
    Bm       D
my honest regards
          E       A
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

Chorus:
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

D              Bm
They say we've fallen through the cracks
A
They say the system works
But we won't let it
 D
Help
              Bm
I guess they never stop to think
    A
We might not just want handouts
                             Bm
But a way to make an honest living
   D                 A
Living this ain't living

Chorus:
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

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

Chorus:
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

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

Chorus:
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

For disregarding me
For disregarding me
For disregarding me
For disregarding me
For disregarding me
For disregarding me