Sensitive Outsider -

In my wretched garret

Where I’ll die of starvation

To be buried in a paupers pit

Watching the Late Show

Legs crossed needlessly

Reading the broadsheet from the front page first

Elitist preservatives decorate the table

Of a kitchen in Barnes

Where my Mother hangs prints

And thinks about me constantly

And writes to me frequently: «Did I like the skull cap?»

I’m a sensitive outsider

I’m a sensitive outsider

I’m a sensitive outsider

And I want the whole world to know

Said the lecturers of St Martins

I will always have five farthings

As long as my old man’s about

Scripting Whitehall farces

Oh I really hope Samantha from Athena calls with incense

Faked my way through Glastonbury

By acting all asexually

And then in the acoustic tent

She stood there as if heaven sent

Well if that’s not Enya

That’s not Enya

That’s not Enya

That’s not Enya

I’m a sensitive outsider

I’m a sensitive outsider

I’m a sensitive outsider

And I want the whole world to know

I’m a sensitive outsider (Muses, Vega, 10,000 Maniacs)

I’m a sensitive outsider (Muses, Vega, 10,000 Maniacs)

I’m a sensitive outsider (Muses, Vega, 10,000 Maniacs)

And I want the whole world to know