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

Both:

Can you love me anyway?