The End.

Well come one, Come all,

To this tragic affair,

Wipe off that make up,

When its in its despair,

So put 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 won't cry,

Another contusion,

My funeral jag

Here's my termination,

I'll serve it in drag,

You've got front row seats to the penitence ball,

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

Save me!!

(Get me the hell out of here!!)

Save me!!

(Too young to die!!)

You can't,

Take me!!