1, 2, 3, 4Papa never listened to his old recordsHe just looked at the cruiseI used to think he was listening to the ringsStrange how we hold on to who we are and what we're doingSome of us don't want to remember these thingsNo one was looking, I lost itI lost the meaning of my lifeThis is the only one leftThe only one leftThe only imprint that I get to remind meI'm still aliveGrew up on cowboy songs, folk tunes, and hymns of the LordI used to think a song was made to help you feelStrange how a song made for money is just a cog in the wheelFeels kind of strangeFeels kind of dirtyLike it's got no meaning left to singNo one was looking, we lost itLost the meaning of our livesThis is the only one leftThe only imprint that we get to remind usWe're still alivePapa, I think I've found itLying at the foot of my ghostThat dollar billSo I can pay the man to bring your body homeWhen my record's gone, I'm still aliveWhen my record's playing, won't you dance with death alive?When my record's playing, won't you dance with death alive?The older the old growth getsThe more rings around its neckBut rings ain't news for a treeI used to think if I bet all my years upon what's leftI might just get somewhere before I leaveBut I wasn't looking, I lost itI lost the meaning of my lifeThis is the only one leftThe only imprint that I get to remind meI'm still alivePapa, I think I've found itLying at the foot of my ghostThat dollar billThat dollar billSo I can't pay the man to bring your body homeWe go down, down, down, down, downDown, down, down, downTo the bottom of this empty homeWe dance around, round, round, round, roundRound, round, trying to catch our breathTrying to make our dreams come trueIf we هذه porhhTo let ourselves feel wholeSo won't you dance with me, baby, one more timeTwirl me little doll and won't you say you're mineLook at me in the eyes like I'm the only oneShow me how you smile when you're free to runKiss me like you mean it, light your hearts on fireHold me real close so I can feel your desireGet forever that blue sight in my mindhell to hell I'm crying nowSo, when my record's playing, won't you dance with death alive.When my record's playing won't you dance with death alive.When my record's playing, won't you dance with death alive.