The End

The End

My Chemical Romance
(album: The Black Parade)

Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, 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 said yeah, yeah!
I said yeah, yeah!

C´mon C´mon C´mon I said
(Save me!) Get me the hell out of here
(Save me!) Too young to die and my dear
(You can´t!) If you can hear me just walk away and
(Take me!)