My Chemical Romance – The End (Ukulele)

   G                                          G   F#
Now come on, come all to this tragic affair

Em
Wipe off that make up what's in is despair

C#m
So Throw on the black dress mixed in with the lot

C
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not

G                                              G   F#
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see

Em
you can find out first hand what it's like to be me

C#m
So gather 'roung piggies and kiss this goodbye 

Cm
I'd enourage you're smiles, I'd expect you wont cry!!!

  G
Another contusion my funeral jag

Em
It's my resignation I'll serve it in drag

C#m
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball

Cm
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!!!