A                             A4
Let's begin at the beginning, we're lovers and we're losers
A                             A4
We're heroes and we're pioneers, we're beggars and we're choosers
E                            F#m
Skirting 'round the edges of the ideal demographic
E                            D9
We're always on the guest list,but we're always stuck in traffic

A                                   A4
We've watched our close associates up and play their parts;
A                                             A4
They're chatting up the it girls, and they're tearing up the charts,
E                                            F#m
While we were paying with coppers to get our round in at the bar.
E                                         D9
We're the C-Team , we're the almost famous old friends of the stars.

( D9   A   A9/D    D9 )

A                  A4
Justin is the last great romantic poet
A                             A4
He's the only one among us who is ever gonna' make it
E                            F#m
We planned the revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro
E                            D9
I don't remember details, but there were English boys with Banjos
A                             A4
Jay is our St George and he's standing on a wooden chair
A                             A4
And he sings songs and he slays dragons and he's losing all his hair
E                            F#m
And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons
E                                  D9
In plaid instead of Rhinestone and living in South London
E                            F#m
And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description
E                                  D9
But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation
E                                       F#m
And Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know
E                                      D9
And sullen hearts will scamper off to victory in the City we call home

                        F#m                        E
And we won't change our ways, we will proud remain,
                     D
when the glory fades, when the glory fades

A                                       A4
Yeah I am sick and tired of people who are living on the B-list
A                                            A4
Yeah they're waiting to be famous, and they're wondering why they do this
E                            F#m
And I know I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic
E                                              D9
But I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember this
A                                       A4
Yeah, well life is about love, lost minutes and lost evening
A                                       A4
About fire in our bellies and about furtive little feelings
E                                        F#m
And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering
E                                         D9
And they help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is
  A          A4      A         D                          C#m7
live                             yeah the only thing that's left to do is
 A                D9                              A
live, after all of the loving and losing, after all the heroes and the pioneers
D                             E                     A
The only thing that's left to do is get another round in at the bar.