Alarma
Terry Scott Taylor
It's a brain-drain overload laid out on the reel-to-reel
A warning of the afterlife
The afterbirth that tells us how we feel
Alarma, somebody's crying
Alarma, somebody's dying
Alarma, somebody's turning away
Sugar cane in cellophane is playing at the radio station
Laughs out in the gallery
Believing that it's all elation
Alarma, somebody's bleeding
Alarma, somebody's pleading
Alarma, somebody's turning away
A wise guy in the sky invites you to his guilty party
Won't charge you at the door but he sure knows how to get your money
Alarma, he's pointing a finger
Alarma, he's such a dead ringer
Alarma, somebody's turning away
