As a cruel joke
The pianist played faster
And yet she sped up
Though limping on her leg
She danced and she sung
Blood now ran from both her wrists and leg
And tears fell from he dark blue eyes
The audience tried to boo her off the stage
But she danced and smiled big
The man was now so furiouse
And threw a chair at her
But still she danced for him
Two men walked on stage
She still danced
One held her, the other had a gun
She still sang
But soon layed, dead, on the floor
She danced until the very end
