Let's begin at the beginning We're lovers and we're losers Heroes and we're pioneers We're beggars and we're choosers Skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic We're almost on the guest list We're always stuck in traffic We've watched our close associates Often play their parts Chatting up the it girls And they're tearing up the charts While we were playing with coppers to get our rounds in at the bar We're the C team with the the almost famous old friends of the stars
Justin is the last great romantic poet He's the only one among us who is ever gonna make it We planned the revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro I don't remember details, but there were English boys with Banjos Jay is our St George and he's standing on a wooden chair And he sings songs and he slays dragons and he's losing all his hair And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Grand Parsons In blood instead of Rhinestone and living in South London And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation And Dave Danger smiles at strangers treats the safest the girl I know And ? will scamper off to victory in the City we call home And we won't change are ways We will proud remain, when the glory fades, when the glory fades
Yeah I am sick and tired of people who are living on the b-list Yeah they're waiting to be famous, and they're wondering why they do this And I know I'm not the one who it habitually optimistic But I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember this Well life is about love, lost minutes and lost evening About fire in our bellies and about fucked up little feelings And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all flickering And they help us with remembering that the only thing left to do is live
After all the loving and losing, after all the heroes and the pioneers The only thing that's left to do is get another round in at the bar.