Who'd have thought that I'd ever stray
Or get it on like Jacqui Du Pre
From the bars of Aigburth
And all the way to Memphis
I've been enraged by every machine
On the road to improbable dreams
I had a snake-eyed low in self esteem to drive me
And I held the world in my hands
But it slipped through my fingers and thumbs
And I am a victim of fame
Mother Nature you play a mean game
In denial. In denial. In denial
Just like The Smiths at the cemetery gates
Lordy, Lord it's already too late
To go and sell my soul to Satan
At the crossroads
Every other troubled boy
Would want to break away and destroy
And give a learned man
A dissertation field day
And I had the world at my feet
But it rolled away down Nowhere Street
And I am a victim of fame
Lady Luck you've undone me again
In denial. In denial. In denial
Any other mother's boy
Would want to make some radical noise
And give that psycho dude
Herr Sigmund Freud an earache
And I held the world in my hands
But it slipped through my fingers and thumbs
And I am a victim of fame
Mother Nature you play a mean game
In denial. In denial. In denial
In denial. Hoo Hah. In denial all the while
In denial. Hoo Hah. In denial all the while