Blind Melon - Toes across the floor

Doesn't^D anybody feel ^DThat all these killers should be killed And a^F5ll these healers should be healed ^{D5 C5 A5 D}So all these beggers can be filled? ^DAnd now, tell me, why am I to lie ^DIf I'm holding firm and feel the right

To lie^G5 beside thi^F5s dog of mi^D5ne ^C5 And let that^G5 perverted thought really ^F5run through my m^D5ind? ^DThrough my mind

^DI'd scrape my toes across the floor ^DThis day's the same as those before And t^F5hough, inside, I'm feeling giddy^D5 Always w^C5rong for neve^G5r giving m^A5yself that un-invaded door ^DSo, now I'll take a little glue ^DI'll put together a new glittered room for view

So ^G5I can start sitting so ^F5pretty ^D Instead of s^G5itting here not seein' clear Just s^F5itting here, not fi^Dttin' here

I'll just ^G5lay my head down beside t^F5his God of mi^Dne And let that ^G5perverted thought burn^F5 a hole in ^Dmy mind And if I ca^G5n't lay my head beside ^F5this God of ^Dmine Maybe the h^G5unter's dog called^F5 God Could be my f^Driend, in time