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 pa** 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 day