Lyrics:

(QuatroTuckey)Goodbye American dreamWith your life insurance and pension schemesWhoahIt's a lonely ride down golden highwaysHope is blindBut shoot for the skywaysPromises - turn to dustAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner in 72nd StreetAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner in 72nd StreetAssembly line living machineMass production bought sight unseenWhoahRule and regulation dazePlease the manOr lose your payAnd you sell your soul to societyAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd StreetAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd StreetRise nowNo more liesDeep depression after feeling highWhen promises come all undoneAll your promisesTurn to dustAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd StreetAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd StreetAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd StreetAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd StreetAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd StreetAnd it's suicideI'm a prisoner of 72nd Street