One look sends it coursing through the veins oh how the feeling races
back up to their brains to form expressions on their stupid faces.

Living is a problem because everything dies babe

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 first-hand 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

Are you ready for the sh*t to hit
I think you say you are but aren't