Bob Bryar - The End. lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 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 [Verse 2] 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! [Bridge] I said yeah, yeah! I said yeah, yeah! [Outro] Come on Come on Come on 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