Chapman Tracy Talkin Bout A Revolution Lyrics

Talkin Bout A Revolution Lyrics

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