I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

Let's begin at the beginning
We're lovers and we're losers
We're heroes and we're pioneers
And we're beggars and we're choosers
We're skirting around the edges
Of the ideal demographic
We're almost on the guestlist
But we're always stuck in traffic

We've watched our close associates
Up and play their parts
Chatting up the it girls
And they're tearing up the charts
While we were paying with coppers
To get our rounds in at the bar
We're the C-Team, we're the almost famous
Old friends of the stars

Justin is the last
Of the great romantic poets
And he's the only one among us
Who is ever gonna make it
We planned a 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 Gram Parsons
In plaid 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, Tre's the safest girl I know
Zo and Harps will scamper up to victory in the city we call home

We won't change our 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 is habitually optimistic
But I'm the one who's got the microphone here, so just remember this

Yeah, well life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings
About fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings
And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering
And help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is live

Yeah, the only thing that's left to do is live

After all the loving and the losing
For the heroes and the pioneers
The only thing that's left to do
Is get another round in at the bar