Lyrics:

(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