The End. Live in Mexico City

Now come one, come all to this tragic affair. Wipe off that makeup, what's yours to spare. 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 your Applause. Another Contusion, my funeral jack. Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag. You've got front row seats to the penitence ball. When I croak, I want to be mauled. I say yeah, Yeah. I say yeah, Yeah. Come on, come on, come on. I say kick me, catch me the hell out. Stick me, Too young to die and my. Fix witnesses hear me just walk away, Yeah.