In my wretched garret where I?ll die of starvation
To be buried in a pauper?s 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.