My Chemical Romance Lyric Booklet

The End

Now come one, come all, to this tragic affair

Wipe off that make-up, what's in is dispair

So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot

You might wake up and notice you're something you're not

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see

You can find out first hand what it's like to be me

So gather round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye

I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you wont 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 said yeah, yeah!

I said yeah, yeah!

C'mon, C'mon, C'mon I said

(Save me!) Get me the hell outta here

(Save me!) Too young to die and my dear

(You can't!) If you can hear me just walk away and

(Take me!)