Falsetto
I didn’t want to be here
I never liked your dad cos he never
loved the fact
That you were you
And you liked to sing falsetto
Which real men shouldn’t do
I’m mumbling through the hymns
I can see him now belt that nonsense out
beside you
As you try to find a way to sing
That makes this thing ring true
Jesus, Jesus I need love
Not stuff about having faith in God
And Jesus, that would be enough
Talk of doing things through duty
Did no one like this man? Even his priest
seems glad he’s gone
So I watch you simply bearing it
Hoping it won’t last too long
Jesus, Jesus he needs love
Not stuff about having faith in God
And Jesus, that would be enough
If we are going to hell we might as well
enjoy the fall
Into love into drugs into any kind of
pleasure at all
So you sing the falsetto
And let it echo round the hall
Jesus, Jesus we need love
Cos in the lack of it we **** things up
And Jesus, we can’t have enough