Disco’s Dead

Won’t mourn for the weary, won’t mourn for dyin’ men
Won’t mourn for a broken heart, cause it always heals again
I won’t cry for the departed, I won’t cry for the afraid
But I’ll cry for New York City, baby, cause they say she’s turnin’ gray

Yeah I’ll wear my shitty black dress and my shitty black shoes
And I’ll mourn in a parade
And we’ll be rockin’ and rollin’ baby ‘cause they say disco’s dead

Can’t plan no funeral in a studio apartment
Cause there ain’t no room for a party, love
We gotta take it to the streets, yeah
Gotta swing real low like we got nowhere to go

And I’ll wear my shitty black dress and my shitty black shoеs
And I’ll mourn in a parade
And we’ll be rockin’ and rollin’ baby ‘causе they say disco’s dead

I’ll say a prayer – O blessed art those who search for something more
It’s in the air – O sacred art those who know what it’s all for
Well I declare – O white, it can be nice, but black it suits you more
It’s debonaire – O rest in peace my dirty city fair

No more tears at this eulogy are allowed for me
Just wanna dance with some nobody band
Call it whiskey, call it rye, I’ll drink it straight into the night
And you won’t see me chasin’ it with my dreams

No I’ll wear my shitty black dress and my shitty black shoes
And I’ll mourn in a parade
And we’ll be rockin’ and rollin’ baby ‘cause they say disco’s dead