Let's begin at the beginning, we're lovers and we're losers
We're heroes and we're pioneers, we're beggars and we're choosers
Skirting 'round the edges of the ideal demographic
We're always on the guest list,but we're always stuck in traffic
We've watched our close associates up and play their parts;
They're chatting up the it girls, and they're tearing up the charts,
While we were paying with coppers to get our round in at the bar.
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 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
And sullen hearts will scamper off to victory in the City we call home
And we won't change our ways, we will proud remain,
when the glory fades, when the glory fades
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, lost minutes and lost evening
About fire in our bellies and about furtive little feelings
And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering
And they 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 of 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.