Lyrics: Mark King. Outstanding.

Unafraid of mocking fools
Standard as the golden rule
Catch a high from here to God knows where
Master of the underground, then still

Standing on the outside
Standing on the outside

Wooden idols do declare
A paradox of mind arranging flare
A graven image chiselled in your psyche
Steel yourself before the impact, leaves you always

Standing on the outside
Standing on the outside

Outstanding in your fear

Outstanding sideways deep

Whether it is nobler in the mind
Or above all you'll be in design
Giving rise to memories or worry
Carry me until you get your pleasures always

Standing on the outside
Standing on the outside

Standing on the outside
Standing on the outside
Standing on the outside