(QuatroTuckey)

Goodbye American dream

With your life insurance and pension schemes

Whoah

It's a lonely ride down golden highways

Hope is blind

But shoot for the skyways

Promises - turn to dust



And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner in 72nd Street

And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner in 72nd Street



Assembly line living machine

Mass production bought sight unseen

Whoah

Rule and regulation daze

Please the man

Or lose your pay

And you sell your soul to society



And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street

And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street



Rise now

No more lies

Deep depression after feeling high

When promises come all undone

All your promises

Turn to dust



And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street

And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street

And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street

And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street

And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street

And it's suicide

I'm a prisoner of 72nd Street