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- (Palm muted)
(Verse)
Now come on come all to this tragic affair;
wipe off that make-up, what's in is dispare
so throw on the black dress mix in with the lot;
you might wake up and notice youre someone your not
If you look in the mirror and dont like what you see
you can find at first hand what its like to be me
so gather round piggies and kiss this goodbye
i'll encourage your smile, i'll expect you wont cry
(Bridge)
(Verse 2)
Another contrution my funeral jag,
is my resignition my service's radd
you've got front row seats to the penatons ball;
when i grow up i want to be nothin' at all.
(Repeat bridge)