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 you’re someone you're not,
If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see,
You can find out first hand what it’s like to be me,
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I 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 up I want to be nothing at all,

I said yeah,
Yeah,
I Said yeah,
Yeah,
Come on, come come, come on

Get me the hell out of here
Tell me that you'll die if I die
If you can here me just walk away