The end

Now come one come all to this tragic affair Wipe
off that makeup, whatґs in is despair So
throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot You
might wake up and notice youґre someone
youґre not

If you look in the mirror and donґt like
what you see You can find out firsthand what
itґs like to be me So gather ґround
piggies and kiss this goodbye Iґd encourage
your smiles Iґll expect you wonґt cry

Another contusion, my funeral jag Hereґs my
resignation, Iґll serve it in drag
Youґve got front row seats to the penitence
ball When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

I said yeah, yeah! I said yeah, yeah!

Cґmon Cґmon Cґmon I said (Save
me!) Get me the hell out of here (Save me!) Too
young to die and my dear (You canґt!) If you
can hear me just walk away and (Take me!)