She is dancing with death, in a dollar dress She is dancing with death, in a dollar dress In a dollar dress There's a box in an alley in a rundown northern town A key on a shelf and you can look inside And there's a song that will pick you up & spin you round A photograph and a letter left behind Can you prove that you're alive Do you know where you've been today You're sewn into the fabric of your life Washed and mended, worn away She is dancing with death, in a dollar dress She is dancing with death, in a dollar dress In a dollar dress The hooter sounds and the whole town shakes again A line of ghosts clock out at the factory gate Cousins, sisters and brothers spirit it home Fill the streets and make the traffic wait Well the fly still flies If the wind don't blow today It's sewn into the fabric of your life Washed and mended, worn away She is dancing with death, in a dollar dress She is dancing with death, in a dollar dress In a dollar dress