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