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 whit 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 do you see
You can found out first hand what it’s like to be me,
So gather ‘round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I encourage your smiles,
I expect you won’t cry,
Ohhhhhh
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,
Come on
Give me your hand in my hand,
Tell me that your,
Tell me that my day,
If you can hear me,
Just walk away.