Frank Turner - Linoleum

^EPossesions never meant anything to ^G#me I'm not crazy^C#m Well that's not ^Btrue, I've got a b^Aed, and a^B guitar And a ^Edog named Bob who pisses on my^G# floor That's right, I've got a ^C#mfloor So w^Bhat, so ^Awhat, so w^Bhat? I've ^Egot pockets full of k^G#leenex and lint and holes where ^C#meverything im^Bportant to m^Ae Just seems to f^Ball right down my ^Eleg And on to the f^G#loor ^C#mMy closest fr^Biend linoleum ^{A A}Linoleum ^{E G#}Supports my head, ^C#mgives me something to b^Aelieve ^EThat's me on the beachside combing the ^G#sand Metal meter in my ^C#mhand Sporting a pocket full of ^Achange ^EThat's me on the street with a violin under my ^G#chin Playing with a ^C#mgrin, singing gibberi^Ash ^EThat's me on the back of the ^G#bus That's me in the ^C#mcell That's me inside your ^Ahead That's me inside your ^Ehhhhhhhhhh^G#eeeeeeeeaaaa^C#maaadddddd ^A That's me inside your head^E