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