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