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 youre someone you're not
If you look in the mirror and dont like what you see
You can find out first hand what its like to be me
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
I encourage your smiles
I expect you won't cry
Oooh
Another contusion
My funeral chair
Here's my resignation
A servulant lack
You've got front row seats to the penitence, but
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all
I said yeah
Yeah
Say yeah
Yeah
Come on
Give me your hand in my hand
Tell me that your
Tell me that one day
If you can hear me
Just walk away