Father: In denial, no My life's a trial I'm not denying That every little bit hurts It's a problem That I'm not solving Don't mind admitting I feel like quitting this job For a while, getting away Before it gets any worse today
Daughter: You're in denial And that is final You're not admitting You should be quitting All these Queens and fairies And muscle Marys The rough trade boyfriend Who in his pathetic own way Denies he's gay Why can't you see? This is a fantasy world
Father: Think I'm going mad How d'you know if you're Going mad?
Daughter: Look at me I'm lonely
Father: Look at me I'm sad
I'm not denying I could be trying A little harder To deal with some of this stuff
Daughter: Know what I'm thinking? Less drugs and drinking No cigarettes and you'd feel A little less rough
Father: Is that enough? My life is absurd, I'm living it Upside down Like a vampire, working at Night, sleeping all day A dad with a girl who knows He's gay