Sensitive New Age Guy - John Grant

Take Picasso, Otto Dix, and some Salvador Dali

Accompanied by Wagner, plus some Public Enemy

She isn’t any of these things, and she would never want to be

She’s a special kind of thing made from a secret recipe

He had a deeper understanding of the state that we are in

She didn’t run away and hide;

she stayed right through the bitter end

He demanded our attention, and we tried to do our best

She was taking us to school, but most of us would fail the test

She’s just a sensitive new age guy

You came to the wrong place if you came to see her cry

If you only have the guts, then please look deep into her painted eyes

You could be a better human she just wants to see you try

He always played the good cop to her fabulosity

Where she had been they had to replace light bulbs constantly

'Cause she could only always be the brightest in the room

She had a special way of preaching glamour mixed with doom

With just a simple quip she’d wipe that smirk right off your face

And replace it with a smile while demonstrating latex grace

And with time I saw him less and less.

I don’t know where he went

But it was I who ran away to some far foreign speaking place