Is there anything more inspiring
Than a menial job and the pittance it brings
Oh Sebastian, won't you smile for me?

Yes, it's going to get ugly and it's going to get tight
I've got a feeling in my gut and that feeling ain't right
Soaking up all meaning, helping itself to the rest of your life

All I put down on your table is cold raw abuse
You try to swallow it down, put it to good use
Oh Sebastian, won't you cry for me?

Yes, it's going to take energy and it's going to take time
But I got this feeling in my gut that you've barely arrived
Crawling across your ceiling
Helping myself to the best of your mind