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.
    Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane…
  Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane, but the memory remains.
    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.
    Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane…
  (whispered:Gone insane…)
  Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane…
    Dance, little tin goddess.
    Da da da da da da da.
  Da da da da da.
    Drift away, fade away, little tin goddess.
  Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black.
    Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane…
  (whispered:Gone insane…)
  Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane but the memory remains.
    Ash to ash, dust to dust,
  fade to black, the memories remain,
  yeah, to this faded prima donna,
  yeah, yeah, yeah, hey.
    Dance, little tin goddess, dance.
    Da da da da da da da.
  Da da da da.
    (Say yes, at least say hello.)
  (Say yes, at least say hello.)
    Da da da da da da da.