The End. - Live in Mexico City

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
 (Ooh)
 (Ooh-ooh)
 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
 I say yeah
 Yeah
 I say yeah
 Yeah
 Come on, come on, come on, I say
 (Save me!)
 Get me the hell out of (save me!)
 Too young to die and my dear (you can't)
 Well if you can hear me, just walk away and (save me)