Act 1: Call on the brigade
Break out the bottles of champagne
And raise your gla** to the sky
Lucy says that she loves me
I beg and tend to disagree
I'm just her fling for the night
Step back, to the better years
When we, we never were like this
Now we, do this all the time...
And the ballroom's swinging
To the song that is our life
And then the gallery resumes
Hair pins, corsets, and sweet perfume
Fill the, opaque room with new life
Dress down in your vintage cool
Dance dance, we float across the room
As we, drift into the night
Frances, she hangs with the aristocrats
Has a bottle of wine with her cigarettes
And then, we all start to sing
So you are the way you are
Everything so called
Light, you burn away
This is the end of me