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!!!