Lurching but there's no booze in my veins,

free to walk but still in chains.

Since I was a kid, your thoughts of good and bad,

pushing me forward and pulling me back.

Caged in walls, walls of your thoughts,

part of your puppetry, is it me or you who talks.

The question which dragged me out on the street,

where the truth is my truth, what a relief.

Hello, I´m Phil the beggar and I`m dancing on your arrogance. It's such a pleasure.

Peace for the price of some dirt on my cheeks,

minutes became hours, hours days and days weeks.

You think I lost myself but I´m the one who is free,

but it's just the hole in my shirt you see.

Hello, I´m Phil the beggar and I`m dancing on your arrogance. It's such a pleasure.

Hello, I´m Phil the beggar and I`m dancing on your arrogance. It's such a pleasure.

Hello and I`m dancing on your noble glance. It's such a pleasure.

Ah.

Ah.

I´m dancing, dancing, I´m dancing.

I´m dancing, dancing, I´m dancing.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.