The Band Plays On

She hums a song she can't remember
 The music lives but the words are dead
 The sun went out in late November
 It's been four days since she's been to bed
 She's got a tattoo on the back of her neck
 Wears China-red lipstick #3
 Stands by the jukebox smoking a cigarette
 Watches the band and she drinks for free
 Well everybody's got a story
 Might be a little better than yours
 Have you ever bled for the price of glory
 Then what the hell are you livin' for
 You sit and to listen to the music
 But you don't hear the song
 This old world spins a little faster
 And the band plays on
 Well everybody stops to watch her move
 She laughs just a little at her neon fame
 The girls think she's got somethin' to prove
 But all the boys wanna know her name
 But the storybooks were wrong again
 And the songs on the radio lie
 She weeps for who's she been
 But nobody hears her cry, her cry yeah
 But everybody's got a story
 Might be a little harder than yours
 Have you ever bled for glory
 Then what the hell are you livin' for
 You sit and to listen to the music
 But you can't hear that song
 This old world spins a little faster
 And the band plays on
 She's gettin' high back in the alley
 Standin' in the pourin' rain
 Her nights have always been just a little too hard
 And don't you know it helps ease the pain
 But everybody's got a story
 Might be a little better than yours
 Have you ever bled for the price of glory
 Then what the hell are you livin' for
 You sit and to listen to the music
 But you can't hear that song
 This old world spins a little faster, faster
 Everybody's got a story
 Have you ever bled for the price of glory
 You sit and to listen to the music
 But you can't hear that song
 This old world spins a little faster
 The band plays on
 The band plays on and on