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