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.
Yes, I am a victim of fame.
Mother Nature you play a mean game.
In denial. In denial. In denial. Hoo Ha.
In denial all the while.
In denial. Hoo ha.
In denial all the while