Sensitive Outsider Lyrics

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