singing the whole life story to the whisky glass
sipped at it and eased a cigarette from packet

the flame caught one and died out, the last
the empty pack slowly fell down, nearby the whisky glass

with no ideas, no ideals, no faith, no aim in life
no definite principles, isn't it worth the everyday whisky

this place is deader than i am (but they say)
just put the whole thing aside you and go on, dancing
is it a joke?

if i die tomorrow dancing
what or who will i die for
heart knows how to dance alone
asking not to dance anymore