The End. Lyrics

Now come one,
Come all,
To this tragic affair,
Wipe off that make up,
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,

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!

I say yeah,
I say yeah,
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Save me!
(Get me the hell out of here!)
Save me!
(Too young to die and my dear;)
You can't...
(Well if you can hear me, just walk away and...)
...Take me

these lyrics are submitted by Mr. Brightside

Songwriter(s): Paul Haslinger
Copyright: Fox Film Music Corp. O/B/o New Enterprises Music
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