Well, here's a tale I've not yet told
I was a victim when I was 8 years old
I was shipped off to a dormitory
Full of kids who made no sense to me
And I cried myself to sleep each night
For 3 straight weeks until I was dead inside
But I'm not asking for your pity
It's just that fairytales about fathers make me angry
I was never taught how to deal with this
But I soldier onwards nonetheless
I'm fatherless and it makes me feel like I'm an alien
Oh lord, what I wouldn't give
For a caregiver who had care to give
I'm alone and I don't know how or if to be a man
Look at me now!
Vacancy, job vacancy!
I need somebody to be the making of me
Someone to take me fishing
You can't blame a grown-up kid for wishing
Someone to teach me how to shave
To tut over the mistakes I've made
To offer some fatherly advice
Some kind of acknowledgement would be nice
I was never taught how to deal with this
But I soldier onwards nonetheless
I'm fatherless and it makes me feel like I'm an alien
Oh lord, what I wouldn't give
For a caregiver who had care to give
I'm alone and I don't know how or if to be a man
Look at me now!
Do I make you proud?
Oh, look at me now
Have you heard the news?
I've finally found Jesus
He'd locked himself into the bathroom at the party
I had to talk him down he was having a whitey
And he said "Francis, I don't need this
The expectations and relentless pressure
Of a distant and judgemental father"
And I said "I can see what you mean, JC
But at least he's paying some kid of attention
To his miraculously spawned conception
But for some of us we struggle to be seen
And I sold my soul to rock and roll
In a desperate throw to even be noticed at all."
Look at me now!
Am I enough of a man?
Oh, look at me now