Now, [Gmaj7]come on, come all to this tragic affair
[Em7]Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So [C#m7]throw on the black dress mix in with the lot
You might [Cm6]wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If you [Gmaj7]look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can [Em7]find out first hand what it's like to be me
So [C#m7]gather 'round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye
I'd en[Cm6]courage your smiles, I'll expect you won't cry
A[G]nother contusion, my funeral jag here's [Em7]my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
You've [C#m7]got front row seats to the penitence ball when I [Cm6]grow up, I want to be nothing at all
I said [Gmaj7]yeah, [Em7]yeah I said [C#m7]yeah, [Cm6]yeah Come on, come on, come on, I said
[Gmaj7]Save me! (Get me the hell out of here) [Em7]Save me! (Too young to die and my dear)
[C#m6]You can't! (If you can hear me, just) [Cm6]Save me! (Walk away, yeah)
