(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!