I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day Counting all my blessings as I'm counting all the money I've accumulated on my way I don't want your plastic Gods Tin-pot religions and silly ideas All I want is your money I listen to you but I know you have nothing to say I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day
I'm an emancipated firework exploding on your busy street Strumming my guitar as you pass in your car always trying to knock me clean off my feet I don't care if you own the whole world The stars in the sky Or a heavenly body You're wasting your time if it's only that that you're trying to convey 'Cos I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day
I'm an emaciated hipster drinking dreams and eating consciousness Standing in the gutter in the middle of a splutter hiding horrors underneath my largesse I'd be hoarse for a million years Trying to rescue my brain from the flood of my mind And all that I need, seems to me, to be needless to say 'Cos I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
