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 as**ually
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