Sebastian you're in a mess

You had a dream, they called you king

Of all the hipsters, is it true?

Or are you still the queen?



Like getting blood out of a stone

The city left you all alone

You came to dance, but there's no poignancy

When they all leave you standing alone



The wider issues of the day

Don't interest you, you'll have to pay

For looking at the floor

When people talk to you



You wrote a book about yourself

The people left it on the shelf

You'll write another one

Now you've got a story that's worth talking about



Are you happy with yourself?

Are you talking to yourself?

Are you happy with yourself?

Put the book back on the shelf



I know the company you keep

You're on the sofa hidden deep

While on the telly Sid James speaks

To you like God



You're always looking for a sign

But boy you blow it every time

You hear a voice begin to speak

You ignore it and go softly to sleep