Suicide - Suzi Quatro

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