(Anderson/Cocks)

You're at the end like a lamb to the slaughter

You're comin just to make your way

You don't worry about the future

'Cause the government guarantees pay



65 is the year they got planned out for you to retire

At 65 more dead than alive you'll expire



Suicide City where the girls are so pretty

The boys walk home in the rain

Suicide City, isn't it a pity

Brain drain's the name of the game



In the nerve center of the country

There's so much work to do

They gotta feed the government machine

And it lives off human food



And in the length of boxes, identity's stripped away

When they work 'em, and when they hurt 'em

They just throw 'em away



Suicide City where the girls are so pretty

The boys walk home in the rain

Suicide City, isn't it a pity

Brain drain's the name of the game



I can't take it...Suicide City!



They're tryin' to tell us out our windows

Gonna tell us in the front of the trains

A university diploma

It don't mean that you got brains



They push you to the limit

They push you 'till you drop

They push you so hard, push you so far

Push you over the top



Suicide City where the girls are so pretty

The boys walk home in the rain

Suicide City, isn't it a pity

Brain drain's the name of the game



I can't take it...Suicide City!



Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide City

I live in Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide City

Sunshine

Sunshine

Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide

Suicide City

Suicide City, such a shame, Suicide City

Suicide City, it's such a pity, Suicide City

Suicide, Suicide!

Suicide!