I'm tired of all the happy men who rule the world
They grow—of that I'm sure
They grow—but don't mature
I'd like the chance to hide in that world
I'm listening
To these men who aren't quite men yet
But aren't boys
Make noise
And throw their knives;
Their toys are people's lives
They fight too hard
And play too rough
They sometimes love, but not enough
My heart will beat at will, but still
It's crazy how they're acting
It's crazy my response
It's stupid how I love them
So dumb, how I anticipate their wants
But as long as they amuse me
That alone is what's required
So I'll roar
Like I'm wired
I'll explore what I'm feeling
Except what I'm feeling is tired
I'm tired
So tired of all the happy men who rule the world
Happy, frightened men who rule the world
Stupid, charming men
Silly, childish jerks
That said, I'll be his wife
I'll wed and change my life
I'll laugh, I'll smile, I'll welcome cheer
The time is right, the men are near
Now happiness and love appear
March. March
March of the Falsettos
March of the Falsettos
Whee!
Who is
Man enough to march to
March of the Falsettos?
C'mere
One foot
Following the other
Teach it to your brother
Make him
March
March
March of the Falsettos
March of the Falsettos
March a little bit
March a little bit
March a little bit
On
Four men, swaying in
Phosphorescence
Keep replaying their
Adolescence
Four men marching
But never mincing
Four men marching
Is so convincing
It's a goddamn surety
We're lacking in maturity
March
March
March
March
Marvin's always wary
March
March
March
March
Does this mean that I'm a fairy?
March
March
March
March
What a stupid theory!
March
March
March
March
Whizzer says it doesn't, dearie
Don't be scared
Don't get tight
Asses bared
My delight
Shared
With
Four
Young
Men
Alone in the night
March. March
March of the Falsettos
March of the Falsettos
Who is
Man enough to march to
March of the Falsettos?
Hi
One foot
Following the other!
Practice it on one another
March. March
March of the Falsettos
March of the Falsettos
March of the Falsettos
Marching home!
Home
Uh-oh!
Please forgive my former spieling
It does not concern the man
As for doubts that I've been feeling
I'll ignore them when I can
And the things that I must do
I'll do to make this all succeed
I'll commit, that's agreed
And with wit and precision
I've made a decision
To get the things I need
God, I'll try, try
I'll cry
No, I'll laugh—and unafraid
I'll laugh—and hire a maid
I'll fight the gods, I'll fight my ex
I'll beat the odds, I'll have good sex
My future's now on trial
I smile
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