(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!