Now

come

one

come

all

to

this

tra-

gic

af-

fair

Wipe

off

that

make-

up,

what's

in

is

des-

pair

So

throw

on

the

black

dress,

mix

in

with

the

lot

You

might

wake

up

and

no-

tice

you're

some-

one

you're

not

If

you

look

in

the

mir-

ror

and don't

like

what

you

see

You

can

find

out

first-

hand

what

it's

like

to

be

me

So

gat-

her

'round

pig-

gies

and

kiss

this

good-

bye

I'd

en-

cou-

rage

your

smiles

I'll

ex-

pect

you

won't

cry

A-

no-

ther

con-

tu-

sion,

my

fu-

ne-

ral

jag

Here's

my

re-

sig-

na-

tion,

I'll

serve

it

in

drag

You've

got

front

row

seats

to

the

pe-

ni-

tence

ball

When

I

grow

up

I

want

to

be

no-

thing

at

all

I

said

yeah,

yeah

I

said

yeah,

yeah

Come

on,

come

on,

come

on

I

said

Get

me

the

hell

out

of

here

Too

young

to

die

and

my

dear

If

you

can

hear

me

just

walk

a-

way