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
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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
