The End

Well come one, Come all,
To this tragic affair,
Wipe off that make up, When its in its despair,
So throw on the black dress,
Mix in with the lot,
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not,

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,
You can find out first hand what it's like to be me,
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I encourage your smiles,
I expect you might cry,

Another contusion,
My funeral chair,
Here's my resignation,
I'll serve it in drag,
You've got front row seats to the penitence, but
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all,

I say yeah..
Yeah,
I say yeah..
Yeah
Come on come on come on
Say yeah

Get me the hell out of here...
To young to die, and we're dead...

If you can hear me,
Just walk away.