It’s a brain drain laid down on the reel to reelThe warning of the after life the after birthAnd telling how we feelAlarma, somebody’s cryingAlarma, somebody’s dyingAlarma, somebody’s turning awaySugar cane in cellophane is playing at the radio stationLaughs out in the gallery believing that it’s all elationAlarma, somebody’s pleadingAlarma, somebody’s bleedingAlarma, somebody’s turning awayA wise guy in the sky invites you to a guilty partyWon’t charge you at the doorBut sure knows how to get your moneyAlarma, he’s pointing a fingerAlarma, he’s such a dead ringerAlarma, somebody’s turning awaySomebody’s turning away, somebody’s turning awayAlarma, somebody’s turning awayAlarma, somebody’s turning awayAlarma, somebody’s turning away