There's a shiver, and a shudder And a violent gasp of hope The lead lines are written The millionaire hides his coat The pirouette unravels her only truth Murder at the ballet Now who you gonna shoot? There's a man in a top hat, traditionally over-dressed A woman in a [?] Sickly sick but on the stage the show just carries on Her body's dragged into its place The memories soon to be gone The next one she moves Destined for a bloody fall Murder at the ballet Before the curtain calls, before the curtain calls, Before the curtain calls, before the curtain calls, Before the curtain call