The end (ver. 3)

	  		 

  ( G Em A7 C ) 

Now come one come all to this tragic affair 
Wipe off that makeup, 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 

 ( G Em A7 C ) 

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see 
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me 
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye 
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry 
  
( G Em A7 C ) 

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 up I want to be nothing at all! 

( G Em A7 C ) 

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

( G Em A7 C ) 

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 just walk away and 
(Take me!)