End Lyrics - Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

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