Outcast at Last Songtext
von Sticky Fingers

I take a look inside the parlors empty
So, I ask, is there anywhere that you like to go?
It′s the mystic that surrounds her enema she can't control
Yeah, but at least that it′s with me, she wants to roll
And if she don't, nah, it will not define me
I'm reaching for my coat
′Cause I′m elastic, sacrifice me for a goat

I don't wake up or sleep
′Til the morning after tea
Don't put me out now
We′re the fire, let's indulge
It′s the mystic that surrounds her
Everyone is so astounded
But I'm much too busy here
So, I wish her well
I'm outcast at last


Last in line at the body-shop, yeah
They threw me all together bits and bobs
But I′m a last on the longest out of all you lot
I′m never standing still, I'm always to and fro
Last in the race of a running mob
They shot the gun, I wasn′t ready, I was robbed
But lastly of course, I almost forgot ya
'Cause I′m the winner when it comes to you

Eh-I don't wake up or sleep
′Til the morning after tea
Don't put me out now
We're the fire, let′s indulge
It′s the mystic that surrounds her
Everyone is so astounded
But I'm much too busy here
So, I wish her well

I′m an outcast
I'm an outcast
(I′m outcast at last) I'm an outcast
I′m an outcast
I'm outcast at last