Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd
Cry the nowhere cheers of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already
Faded prima donna
Gone insane...
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets
Behind your back
And can't the band play on
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Dance little tin goddess
Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Fade to black...
Dance little tin goddess dance