It's a brain drain laid down on the reel to reel
The warning of the after life the after birth
And telling 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 pleading
Alarma, somebody's bleeding
Alarma, somebody's turning away

A wise guy in the sky invites you to a guilty party
Won't charge you at the door
But 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
Somebody's turning away, somebody's turning away
Alarma, somebody's turning away
Alarma, somebody's turning away
Alarma, somebody's turning away