Now come one, come all
To this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup
Whats in is despair
So through 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 might find out first hand what it's like to be me
So gather round piggies
And kiss this good-bye
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, I want to be
Nothing at all!

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

(Come on, come on, come on!)
I said save me!
(Get me the hell outta her)
Save me
(Too young to die and my dear)
You can't!
(If you can here me
Just walk away and
(Take me!)
Lyrics submitted by jordan.