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