The End

   G                                          G   F#
Now come on, come all to this tragic affair
Em
Wipe off that make up, what's in is despair
C#m
So throw on the black dress mixed in with the lot
C
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
G                                              G   F#
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
Em
you can find out first hand what it's like to be me
C#m
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
Cm
I'd enourage your smiles, I'd expect you won't cry!!!


[Interlude]

G   G   G   A   B   A  G

E   E   F#  E

C#  C#  D#  C#

C   C   D   C

F   G   F   G


[Verse 2]

  G
Another contusion, my funeral jag
Em
It's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
C#m
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball
Cm
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!!!