I Knew Prufrock Before He Was Famous

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.