Half Man Half Biscuit - Sensitive Outsider Lyrics
In my wretched garretWhere I’ll die of starvationTo be buried in a paupers pitWatching the Late ShowLegs crossed needlesslyReading the broadsheet from the front page firstElitist preservatives decorate the tableOf a kitchen in BarnesWhere my Mother hangs printsAnd thinks about me constantlyAnd writes to me frequently: “Did I like the skull cap?â€I’m a sensitive outsiderI’m a sensitive outsiderI’m a sensitive outsiderAnd I want the whole world to knowSaid the lecturers of St MartinsI will always have five farthingsAs long as my old man’s aboutScripting Whitehall farcesOh I really hope Samantha from Athena calls with incenseFaked my way through GlastonburyBy acting all asexuallyAnd then in the acoustic tentShe stood there as if heaven sentWell if that’s not EnyaThat’s not EnyaThat’s not EnyaThat’s not EnyaI’m a sensitive outsiderI’m a sensitive outsiderI’m a sensitive outsiderAnd I want the whole world to knowI’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
