The End. Lyrics

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 first hand what it's like to be me
So gather round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles and expect you won't cry

(Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh)

Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
You've got front row seats to the penitant's ball
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all
I said...

Yeah! Yeah! I said yeah! Yeah!

C'mon C'mon C'mon I said
Save me!
Get me the hell out of here
Save me!
Too young to die and my dear
You can't!
If you can hear me, then
Take Me!

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