Now come one, come all
to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup
What's in his 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 first-hand
what its 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!