The End.

Now come one

Come all

To this tragic affair

Wipe off that make up

What's in is 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 firsthand what it's like to be me

So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye

I'd encourage your smiles

I'll expect you won't cry

Another contusion

My funeral jag

Here's my resignation

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, come on

Save me!

(Get me the hell out of here!)

Save me!

(Too young to die and my dear)

You can't...

(Well if you can hear me, just walk away and...)

Take me

Yeah